- Post 22 October 2011
- Last Updated on 23 October 2011
- By Patrick Nwadike
Those who are in a hurry are out there
They wait for traffic light to turn green
So they could cross, stopping other harriers
Originally stopped by the red light
Not him, for he’s found a new religion
It is called slow living
Such that he must use his senses
And cross the other side without waiting for that green light.
Patrick Nwadike is a member, Writers Cave, Tokyo.