Do Not Leave Without a Treasured Tale To Tell
Do not leave without a treasured tale to tell,
The angels wait patiently to hear you sing or scream;
Down, down in the plain pit that is as hot as hell.
In a world that is full of stains and stinking smell,
So many are sleeping while some never dare to dream,
Do not leave without a treasured tale to tell.
The wise wake up each day, either weak or well,
They crave not to end up as a member of the tempter’s team,
Down, down in the plain pit that is as hot as hell.
Life is lovely, some are singing, ringing a blessed bell;
Some peasants plough and still have nothing to steam;
Do not leave without a treasured tale to tell.
I seldom feel for the fine flowers that faded and fell,
But I wonder how some elites eternally erase their esteem
Down, down in the plain pit that is as hot as hell.
We’re all born with death, just like a snail can’t shun its shell,
But will your demise give the world a gloom or a bright beam?
Do not leave without a treasured tale to tell,
Down, down the plain pit that is as hot as hell.
Copyright © Adeleke Adeite | Year Posted 2010
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