'The Journey' By Akande David Poem by Akande David

The journey began at dawn
To a land so called no return;
A path with great reward,
But the road so awkward.

The perfect number 7 were they;
The first man fell for gold,
The second slept off in the cold,
The third man tried but was tired,
The fourth fought but was fired,
The fifth man fled but was never free,
The sixth man fell sick, his skin not so thick,
The seventh man saw, suffered but survived.

Life is like their journey,
An adventure not so funny;
With or without honey,
Ride through gently gently,
To avoid falling cheaply
Akande David