Papa Last Words
When papa wanted to pass on
Though only God knows the unknown
But papa this day spoke like he knows
It's time and he will soon go
Lying in the field with me by his side
'My son, listen my son' he breathed when he slid
Yet papa had his soul with him by then
'Don't lift me up, just find me paper and pen'
"We met and trade in this world
And so we'll live it" he scribbled
Copyright © Abdulhafeez Oyewole | Year Posted 2013
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