On His Death

My father was a prestigious man So lugubrious he had to die I was just at the age of twelve When i was told he was away Naive of why he committed the crime; He took the life he never owned He burnt himself alive For nine years of my life I have been in a battle On why he killed himself I remember me on his laps Telling me sweet stories of life I recall the songs he sings To me in our own wordings My father was a gift For who will see no gift in a father? Though never knew him to the brim I knew i had a father His death has brought me pain To see me a fatherless soul I know i have a gain A destiny not to be wasted I have an abode in God I feel i am at rest My father is late But happiness dwells till date My life is like a rose Laid in the midst of thorns And yet still blossoms For when a father is lost A father is surely found