Thoughts of a Traveler
As I travel along this long road
I realize that am growing old
and I wonder who one day my hand will hold
so that together we can make a home.
Could it be someone I know?
I stop and sit down
and my mind ponder on the girls I know
from our hood to the ridges beyond
Could it be someone I know?
Starting from the rich man’s girl
who walks always head up high
may be searching for others like her
in the sky up there, among the stars
for she never speaks to any of us
members of the poor man’s clan
but with fate you never know
am prudent enough not to write her off
It could be her, only God knows
The poor man’s spawn
Tall, elegant and ebony
her voice a glorious melody
I long to see her day after day
in the fields as we graze
to be with her I always pray
my wish is to always hold her hand
For all I know.
But
wishes are not horses, nor beggars riders
my
wish to have her may be the horse I can’t have
other foxes may steal her away from me
because they have claws sharper than the
cats teeth
I have to consider other choices far from
these
maybe even to cross land and see
To meet someone I have never known.
~Hinga Mwonjoria
So here is where you hide out? Good thing i found you...and this is an awesome piece!
ReplyDeleteThanks a lot Velle, it is one of the pieces I enjoy most.
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