Finished work earlier
Decided to go home for a good rest
Just to have fun
What a joy that could be
Family still at work, others schooling
Wanted to surprise them
With one of my delicious meals
As occasionally has been
In front of house
Dipped deeply into bag for house key
Alas! Key not found at usual place
Realised it was forgotten at home in the morning
Hmmm! Thoughts of desperation
Thoughts of anxiety
Thoughts of angst
Where do I go from here?
Moving back and forth,
Asking myself where to go
Back to work?
No way!
Not eaten the whole day
My natural ‘Bin bag'
Demanding that it needed to be filled
Aha! Momentarily, it flashed my mind
A big park close to my house
Just hundred metres away
Lied the Royal Victoria Park
Instantaneously and provisionally,
That park became my paradise,
My abode, my refuge, my rock, my home
Call it whatever!
But I call it 'the park'!
Richard Antwi
A well articulated narrative piece of poetry nicely penned. The park must be a beautiful one as it was able to serve as an oasis of comfort while you waited for your folks. A good poem indeed. Thanks for sharing. Please read my poem MANDELA THE IMMORTAL ICON.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Lonely at the park, Able to take a rest; Muse of the forgotten key! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.