The old rugged road
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
