words to the destroyer of desires, DEATH

Written by: adelaja olayiwola

Surely! 
are you beING 
awaited for.
Cos no one
has your 
remedy at 
all.
Kicking the bucket, is a 
game for 
all.
Whether old, young, short 
or tall.

THOU respect not, the 
rich 
or poor,
Sending all, to the greater 
beyond.
For you know all on your 
long
record.
And leaving not, a single 
soul
untouched.

OctaGAnarians do not 
fear.
For death knows none by 
age.
But for what his called by 
name.
For infants are not leftout 
in the
game.

I wonder the number of 
job you
create.
For your appointment is 
timely,
No matter the time of 
departure,
They are nothing, but all 
late.

You have beING for 
ageless years.
Not a disease that can be 
cured.
Even Mendel is also dead,
Some Prophets, you 
didn’t spare.

You have helped some 
but not all.
Offended many but 
pleased 
some.
All in all, you are sure to 
come.
But you inform none, 
when you’ll
come.

Majority know their 
birthday.
But none know his death 
day,
For only the righteous I 
ever 
heard
are happy,
For knowing you are next 
to 
come.

Few teeth, pap feeders,
Voice noting and walking 
stick
enabled life,
People wish they reach.
Before your reach!.