Blessing Awoniyi

The Caravan

And millions fall apart

And thousands meet to part

And hundreds part to meet

And when paths cross again

And yesterday is remembered

And joy or sorrow it gives   

And the man flashes his teeth

And feigns love

And he hears his heart heaving hatred

And he is only a traveller 

And journeys to the dictate of time

And only the wise shall travel safely

And many shall become loners

And few shall become lovers

And the caravan of time moves on

And man flows like River Mississippi

And WHAT?