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PASSENGERS, TRAVELLERS by Oluwaseun Shedrack Akodu

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Every passengers looking nice.
As we travel by the way
There were rights and wrongs response
Every passengers with a choice
We are journeying; going.

The paunchy-Tommy man in the front,
We thought had a bursted tyre
With his ride.
In his whistling, we know his grieve.
Every travellers with his own.

The frequence sequence of
Checking of the watch.
If haste was not towards that,
It will be an escape from.
Every passengers with his haste.

This swinging head of dozes
On this roll
Everybody smiles it cool.
Perhaps,the tiredness of the shift
Every travellers came to sense.
The Child over there with his inquiries
Gazing through the windscreen side.
Curiosity lift his soul I suppose.
Why is it that those trees run faster.
The bothered mother ignored the call.
The truth: time;itself wait for no man.

The misery of the road
Is on its own.
Driver making the way here and there
The passengers beholding the reckless of the drive
They all pleads the cautious of the drive.
Every traveler want to reach.
Life; Itself, a journey
Everybody is on the road
Hopefully hoping for their hope.
The driver whom is not known
Yet, everybody complains.
Here is bad!,no one wants to leave
Everybody is on the road.

PASSENGERS, TRAVELLERS by Oluwaseun Shedrack Akodu
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