Old Traveller Poem by JOSEPH ABUTU

Old traveler on the road
Whistling out in the blistering cold
Serving as a guide through the damp
Is the little mould of light on a lamp.
Loneliness standing on one end
Fear on the other;
For every path and bend,
There seem to be a monster.
Searching for that land
Where love grows as grass;
Lips have said such things,
Sleep has had same dream,
Surely eye must see-
The picture of this beauty.

Old traveler would strife;
Danger on the mark,
Yet he counts not his life.
Voices that sing hope
And play the tune of salvation
Has cut loose the rope
Of a soul due for liberation.
Pain and torture stings
Like the cry of a bird
Who lost its wings.
Taste has got no place
Cept the salty dripping sweats.
Create a large space
To host the sun as it sets.

Old traveler you’re a shell
Strong mind but fragile soul;
Find so you can dwell
In that land without a hole.
Each new day-
Giving birth to a new fight.
But you know flesh is of clay
And shadow of light.
Somehow a lonely sojourner
Now finds rest.
Sure you can conquer
And seal your crest.
Life is a journey
And every other a story.