The Narrow Path Poem by Edward Kofi Louis

Of a long waya home and,
The bats do greet me on the way with love;
But, it is a very long way home when,
I do have my mind on you.

America is the Chief Of Nations and,
We have to depend onto Uncle Sam always for help;
But in my tols along this path,
I will suely get to you one day.

Many will learn but few will pass,
Many will write but few will be known,
Many are called but ew are chosen,
Like 'Adoni-Bezek' who is the same as'My Lord Bezek'.

On the narrow path,
My love to you is like the Rift Valley in Kenya;
But do kee th racoon in my garden to behave like a cat

In the days of the wheat harvest,
For i am a farmer with sincere love to touch you;
Like Alice in the Wonderlnd of Love.

A well of love,
A wel of water,
With a bowshotmon this narrrow path towards success;
My mind will always write for many to read,
For i am the teacher in the Wilderness of Love.