Up the Road

Fellow of my life and hazards, as fiend not foe,
I speak of misers as road-like and toad-like.
Fellow of retribution, find suitable lodgings,
And speak again to friends and sly people.

Your heaven is in sight, or loud I said on way,
You decide which bend is nearer to you.

poem by Naveed Akram
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!