The old man told tales,
Of hope, of peace,
Of the things he hoped to see
He thought of his days gone by;
When his sight was sharp,
And when his strength abode
He thought of his journey
And his sojourn through life;
And as he spake to the younglings,
He told them of stories
Of his life,
Of his highs and lows,
Of love and war,
Of pains and joys,
And ups and downs
Perhaps… Maybe…
One or two may learn a lesson
And be better people,
And not make a mistake
That he once made…

(c) Chukwudi I.

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