SONNET 15
THE ROAD FROM WHICH ALL THE TRAVELERS LIE
The road from which all the travelers lie
Many lives pass through and there they are tied
How awkward it is to pass through this road
From the shoulders all the burdens are load
In this journey where life ends up empty
Through our cherish dreams become plenty
Knowing this thin road with a slim strange way
All lives will end-up one unfortunate day
Arm in arm we march forward through this road
In agony arms will freeze and grow cold
Sorrow it is to live a life of death
But joy it seems to live a life of birth
On this road all sojourners will pass and go
Grief all hearts would bear when life pass and go
POEM WRITTEN BY JOYCELINE NATALLY CUDJOE
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