by Amodu O. Razaq
Published on: Aug 7, 2008
Type: Poetry

Each time you trace your path home
I see you searching the path with your guide.
Though slow you never miss your way home.
Are you truly blind or sighted faint?

You are blind; you scratch the earth
With your guide, to left and to right.
Slowly, you trace your way home
But never miss the road.

Yesterday, you left me in amazement:
I thought your feet would lose their way
And dive into the flowing flood.
But yet again, you traced the path with your little guide
And slowly it put you on the right path.

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