Man of Many Nations
Man of many nations; the wind is my vehicle, a leaf I am,
Seen many places, many people, many seasons; oh how far I have come,
A wanderer of ‘Nowhere street’, I leave a piece of me everywhere,
And when the time is near, I wither and disappear like stale air,
A tale of a man of many nations; this is how far I have come.
Copyright © Kingsley Adu-Boffour | Year Posted 2020
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