The Joy Of Fear. Poem by Ologunde Joshua Abiodun

The road is paused, ambled by its look
Vantage point! Vantage point;
There I stand, if I may hold the dew
But the order of the acts is planned

The end of the road has been foretold
The balmy beatitude that bedraggled our terrain
Taking a stroll across the field of life
I plea to my sinews, grow not instantly old

Give strength to my dreams;
Refresh thy urge unto the table of my memory
My dreams have I copied and housed in my brain
Within the books and volume of my brain

Keep the past and the mysterious!
Depot the uncanny resemblance of hatred
Yes I stand! Yes I stand! Yes I stand!
Strong as a warrior; fearless as the edge sword