Stepping Steps Poem by Alexander Keli Mutua

The bareness and rareness of the sounding and alarming cry of the morning. Warning own depth of soul upon the tread of life whose upheaval might deter the ease and smooth travel within life. The enter into the darkness of earth that night and tight the eyes into distant sight and insight that a draw upon it take forever. The never embark into realms of utmost reason the seasoning of years with a relinquish of in-depth thinking. Wrinkling the face and the depth of mind with the aging factor taking toll over life.