A VISITORA Poem by chrisdad kojo arthurA poem which talks about how transient humans are.....A VISITOR I was just a roaming soul Moving to and fro Looking for a place to at least sojourn A stone on which I could lay Then I bumped into this world It welcomed me warmly through a certain doorway It gave me a place to stay At a point I thought I was the only stranger on the land Not knowing, so is every man World of visitors People arrive and depart Sometimes without saying bye I was wondering but I now know why. It is no man's land so, I am going to play my role as kojo When my time is due, I will go From here, I will continue my journey But my next journey requires my soul So, I will never compromise it for achieving this land's goal Never covet for the mineral I hold For none of us brought silver nor gold After all, I can only possess the gold within this land's parameters When the time is due, I will let go of regardless Remember we were strangers who became visitors A home you and I can't own I am a visitor © 2016 chrisdad kojo arthurAuthor's Note
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1 Review Added on February 2, 2016 Last Updated on February 2, 2016 Authorchrisdad kojo arthurAccra, Greater Accra, GhanaAboutMy name is Arthur chrisdad kojo(C.K) , a creative writer. more..Writing
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