Crossroad Poem by Alade Abayomi Idris

The road I passed all thorn
My determined clothe is torn
And fatigue turning on.

I must move on
Just as the time ticks on
With purpose as loud as horn.

Thorny road divides itself at its end
Before my weary eyes
All the roads are good
Tempting my weak borns and sinew.

I stood while the time passes by
For first time, I care not
Better unmoved than move amiss
I listen to the voice within
My purpose ever as loud as the horn
Still the roads before me appear all good
But I know one of all is best for my purpose
The one I yet could not tell
Because of time
I take one road
And while on it
I hope and pray it is the right road.