11th November Poem by Edward Kofi Louis

Walking down along the road of love,
With no roof upon my head;
And the watery eyes of mine do have more to tell.
Beyond race,
Beyond creed,
Beyond colour!
With letters at your doorsteps like,
The forgotten name of mine.

Fruit of Lebanon,
Gold of Sheba,
In the tenth Moon to look for my lover!
But the days of our lives are seventy years and,
Eighty years if we do have the strength.

I am in the Valley of Tears!
Where Meshach and Ariyl do play at times;
But i am like the hissing of a snake,
Without a roof upon my head!

Lamentation and bitter weeping,
She played the harlot and you slept with her;
But when the cock crows at dawn,
I will be at your doorsteps of love.

Walking down along the road of love,
With the sadness of 11th November on my face;
But the first cockcrow is like,
My head with no roof above!
'Shalom Aleichem'!
This is like the '44 Wall Street' when equated to,
The 44th U.S. President! !
Yet still, my tears of hope will lead me on.