The Pilgrims Poem by Tony Adah

No one claims this place his home
Unless the end is at hand
We are all sojourners on a pilgrimage
On this side of the river bank
The boatman is busy counting us
We who will now board
And those who will later cross the river
Some are praying to linger here
Others to leave quickly they love
Some still as pilgrims, they do not know

The boatman often unties the anchor
And while time crawls on its knees for some
It leaps in giant strides for others
Who on the roll call have answered their names
He has gone too soon!
So goes the dirges
By those who have not closed their eyes
To this side of the river

The pilgrim's shower shall never
Cease to rain
So does the journey go unend
The more the pilgrims go
More of them are born like locusts
Until the mendacity of Armageddon
Otherwise is proved.