The old road

January 8, 2021 Off By Agneta mukwanaa

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THE OLD ROAD.
We miss the old road
The road so clear
Where none tiptoed.

There,we strolled
With little to fear
We miss the old road.

This is the road,
As we used to hear,
Where none tiptoed.

There was no cold,
There was no deer,
We miss the old road.

With no load to offload,
We’d stand and cheer
Where none tiptoed.

We always slowed
Whenever we reached here
We miss the old road
Where none tiptoed.

By MUKHWANA N. AGNETA