One Day I will be gone for Good!

Oh. How I hate travellers

If they are like me.

No sooner had I put my feet

To rest and began liking a place,

For lack of time and resources

I had to leave in haste.

One day, this for sure I know,

I will gather my chattels and bric-a-brac

And decide to go for good, never to look back.

That will be the last journey

Thereafter, fear no suspense nor the agony

Though I would not be able to foretell what awaits

And where might be the destiny.

Copyright Haileselassie Girmay

28/8/99