The Rider Poem by Joshua Adeyemi

Buckling his shoe was he:
Misplacing the lace on the tip
While twas supposed to be In,
And the supposed in on the tip.

In haste, buckled, he made for
His way, focused at time, before
The fall of the dusk, he'd purposed
He'll get there: with or without one to oppose.

Then he picked his way: the
Retreating dawn Coversing
With the Sun to traverse the nooks
To her usual abode to avoid the emerging crook.

He'd taken a horse swiftly pricking
The horse with the bait: pulling
The rope mercilessly: As if intending
He should be where he's aiming.

At last, the margin line was some KM away.
Uuh! One who he hastens to meet, on his way
Met him, and they too tasty of themselves
Dashed into their arms- neck on neck.

Twas my Age that'd hastened to meet my Success:
My age goes faster as my success comes sooner.

* They who'd remonstrated on his haste,
Were the first to paste on his head a praise*
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Poet's Note:
This is an allegory. It is an effort of the poet to compare his age to the man he builds within the poem context. The age of man
moves so very fast to meet the success of a man. The more the age delays, the more the
success delays.