THE FISHING RODS

By Tikum Mbah Azonga

I have wandered round the world
Can`t you see
My shoes are worn out at the soles
And my sight has dropped
As my eyes are sore
They told me the fishing rods were nearby.

I have knocked at all the doors
But haven`t found them
I`ve been to all the villages
All the towns
All the off licences
All the chicken parlours
Now I`m back home
If a home it is any longer
Hone without shoes
Home without eyes
Home without fishing rods.

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