We Walk These Ways Poem by Feyisayo Anjorin

The wide road,
The broad path,
Plated with gold,
Attractive from birth.

The narrow way,
Hard to go,
Shinning in light,
Filled with fright.

Hidden treasures,
Seen by imagination;
How do you prove what you can't see?
Ever tried to prove the depth of the sea?
It's the path of faith.

Glittering treasures,
Seen with carnal eyes;
How much treasure lies beneath the seen?
Isn't it rational to hold on to the seen?
Living the moment is the name.

The wide road
Takes a crowd,
And this path
Really has a crowd.

The narrow way
Takes just a few,
And on this road
You'll find just a few.

Before you walk these paths
Look at its travellers
From a distance,
Think for an instance;
Can't you see what they're going through?