Someday Poem by Poet Akinwemimo Idris

Mind not,
The rough,
Shingled...
Pebbled path.


The road,
Is made,
For just,
The surviver.


If we can,
Just live,
As day does.
The land,
Then is nearer,
Just as day counts.


So remove,
The pins,
In or under,
The soles,
Of your soul.


Advance in,
The trip,
Of your ordained.
Fray and the chain.


Move! Move on!
Keep plodding...!
We are there...!



1st June 2014.
11: 33 A.m
Esie, Kwara state