All Runners' Road Poem by Newton Ray Ukwuoma

All Runners’ Road

Looking away in my dissent window
The window of my life; that house of my morrow
There I see the road all runners must run
I ran: a man, a boy; once a foetus now a son
Empty of characteristics, yet a bustling fellow
Hopping like a `hopper and flying to follow
Desiring a little more insight under the sun
Loving existence, revelry where it begun

Just loving to lie, brooding upon my sleep
My belongings, when I die, will not weep
When my work, my wealth; my life is up
All together but I will not the mingled cup
Drink, when summoned to heaven or hell ungoaled
But goodwill love or none will to all runners' road



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