The Cross Road - A Poem

Today on  ZODML Poetry Corner, Ayomide Aroloye shares a poem on death and vanity. Are you a writer? Share your poetry, short stories, opinion pieces, book reviews and NYSC experience with us by emailing [email protected]. 
 
Walking through the path
Ones own glory in vain
Ridden along in a cart
Echoes of the heart pain
 
It has no respect for any
Picking whoever he chooses to
Adversaries attack many
Nothing more to do
 
You pierce the heart
Making the soul bleed
Taking loved ones
All for your greed
 
At the end of the cross road
There lies two paths
One broad
One narrow
 
Even monarchs fall prey
No one knows when he comes
Like a thief in the night
It strikes like a snake
 
It has no remedy
It is the untimely visitor
One is never ready
It is seen as the creditor
 
 
Once it visits
You are up for judgement
Once you fail
You are up for condemnation
 
Death
Leave us mortals
To enjoy this one life
Feast on immortals
 
But if not
Watch your back
For if possible
I will kill you
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