The Pathways Poem by Dr Anthony Onoja

They say we grow when childhood left like the racing horse
The time we were accustomed in the wheels of family
Let the wind run our course and bring back the togetherness
Those lonely nights comes with dark voices and clouds of memories
Then we see stars and tell the tales of a dying sun and a planet
Could this be the dream we perceived, lands where all men slumber
Time born new memories, time kills old ones and dust the tales
Tell them we are once children we played with forever sands
Here we grow so strong and fated but the joy stands forever
Humbled across ages are tales of fallen suns, moons and planets
Little we know time is a pathway full of many circles
Like the time of scorn, hate, love and disdain...