TALES OF YESTERDAY: MY JOURNEY BACK HOME

I left kin and worries behind,

Escaped the jungle, found my way to the rowdy city.

Life moved swiftly like a sniper’s bullet.

Raising offsprings with my labour,

I hardly had time for recess or rest.

I was the horse that never got tired.

My once strong arms now shake as the restless leaf on the sea.

Is old age finally here?

I’d always thought I'd race forever,

But beauty left my temple centuries ago.

Lying on my death bed,

With memories of days past now blurry;

Numb, with strains of my youthful days

Playing across my mind.

Alone to welcome the dreadful demon

Crawling up my chest,

Taking me towards death.

Where are the children I raised?

His cold hands finally shut my eyes;

Peace at last, but the rues linger on.

I stand aside, awaiting who'd get me off the ground.

The ingrates now weep as crocodiles;

Elegies fill the whole atmosphere.

Returning to the jungle triumphant;

Yes, I conquered the rowdy city but its

Victory eluded me years ago.

Rue alone walk me down to my grave.

Who is a barren parent for pride to associate with?

A PEN for TWO