Tuesday, 12 April 2016

To the Mystery Man

To the mystery man who lives down the road, 
Quietly in, quietly out, 
You seldom look around,
Walking absently down the road, 
With the Universe napping over your shoulders,
Your walking gait a mystery, your name a mystery
Your large frame pulling around your potbelly, with the coffee teeth flashing when you eventually say HELLO!
Your past a mystery, your presence mysterious,
Only wrinkles on your face revealing untold stories, Stories of your life…
Away like a shadow you breeze away into unknown.

(C) Funmi Adeyemo 2016