I'm weary from my yet
to end life travails
And I intend to reach the summit
Of all my endeavors
But the layout of the path
To my craved greatness
Has almost faded out of sight.
My journey would have been easier
If I had not rejected the help
Of God's numerous courier
And good people who were led
To accompany me on the highway
To my very desires.
Like a good number of people,
I felt life appreciated a one man army,
I thought life's simply ephemeral.
I forgot that even with all life's absurdity,
Humans can't do without an helper
For we are all but amputees–that need walking sticks
Religious books are walking sticks
Even friends are meant to be too
Because when life throws it's deadly blows,
You'll need something or someone
who will reject your efforts
to stop moving towards your desires.
My path is no longer clear,
I regret my refusal of helping hands
My only hope is that an helper–a walking stick
Will still be able to make a difference
In my almost miserable life.
©Akinwole John Akintayo
