George Alexander Ibeke

Rookie (Lagos, Nigeria.)

The Race - Poem by George Alexander Ibeke

On track I bent
Set I was
And now I go
To the house of Shade
To the house of Bola
And to that of Titi

Many spent half their years
On track, while some set
And others go for ages
Mine is hundred metre
My choice the wish of every

As we go
i arrive' the house of Titi
As we go
Some stumble and fall
To stand again

While others stumble
And fall to fall again
And again in their eternal race
But never arrived
As they were carried away

By the market's voice
The race is so short
But the journey seems eternal


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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, May 25, 2011

Poem Edited: Friday, September 23, 2011


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