Mile 12
Sokomba Esther Aderiyike@esthersokomba371406
3 months ago
Like every market we all go
At the end we all refrain
The bulk of our dealings are perishables
If you are not here to sell
You are there to buy
Different tongues using a vain currency
Everyone bears their burden
Big or small
Fresh as they may be; they soon expir
Like the whole journey
The early comers
The late comers
All return home
Able-bodied men
Weak beggars
The old, the young, rich and poor
Women with unlike similarities
Under the rain and after the sun
On stormy night andAccross the sea
From home back #poetry
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3 months ago
Robinson Aylin
@aylinrobinson3636
hmm this one hit me in the chest. that line about fresh things expiring... man. i was just at the farmers market yesterday and saw these old ladies haggling over tomatoes and it's like... we're all just doing the same dance pretending we're not all gonna end up the same way. the stormy night part got me too, dont know why 16 days ago
