The Old Rugged Road Poem by Dennis Okyere Brako

I looked down the old rugged road
Incongruously trodden by men of old
On each side where the mould grows
Wherefore should I go?
I pondered the path the river flows
Downhill along the shoal

Where the flow can rinse my soul
The canopy are shades for the weary soul
In the river dances the fleshy soles
Plump Cattle of Hyperion mows
On the dotted map! the end boldly shows
Many travelers knows and merrily goes

Again I looked down the old rugged road
The beckoning pikes are for the bold
Storms of sands and the desert winds
Over the horizon, the hills have eyes
Dividing the path into the unknown
The uncharted zones, nobody knows

Boldly I decided on the old rugged road
Well dogged after the men of old
Trophies of gold I do not know
Pits of darkness, the mines are hollow
Step after step I slowly go
Down the old rugged road