I am in this street an alien
My days are numbered
To sojourn
In a careful living
Time flies fast
With the wings of an eagle
Each passing moment
A token of the tale to tell
Even my life itself
A tale waiting to be told
In a prose of life
As of my service
For which purpose I here sojourn
What have I to report?
I fight with the strength of lion
To ink my name in the heart of men
I race with the speed of cheetah
To etch my footmarks in the sand of time
I toil with the power of a bull
To gain the wealth of the earth
Yet, if a poet is deficient
In the purpose for which he sojourn
What has he to gain?
A sojourner in a strange land
The day he arrives
The day a stopwatch is set
To the date his sojourn to end
Grant, o dear Lord
Wisdom, to pass my sojourn
With a reverence fear
Before my time is up
Olatubosun David is a Nigeria writer and poet. He is a member of PEN, Nigeria Centre. A graduate of Rufus Giwa Polytechnic, Owo, Ondo State (2013), currently works in Achievers University, Owo. Ondo State, Nigeria. He is on Twitter @davidolatubosun and Instagram @olatubosundavid


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