The Journey Poem by Jubril Balogun

Once an infant, a toddler,
When crying or laughing,
meant all to my mother
Only means of communication
achieved.

Then dark clouds moved
A dawn was broken
My sight opened
Borne in recently taught lesson
Son, 'Life is a gift but the world, a
mystery'.

Sun had risen
Therewith bellows basic reasoning
The world, a big class-room
O! Am almost late for school.

Phew! Its mid-day
born of the strength of the heat
Must be strong, embracin g
courage
Success is nigh but trials precede.

Life likens journey through a day
The earlier the wake, the more the
gain
Else there'd be traffic along
your way.
Recompense for the weak-kneed.

Ask me of 'now' when 'later'
comes,
For I can only propose
Its HIS to 'yes' the call.

Looking back,
wonder how i got here
I sit, relaxed
Am finally a SUCCESS.