A Tribute To Papa
On that unhappy morning
The sad sun refuses
To shine on earth
The sky grumbles in pains
Just to announce the news
Sorrow and agony flit pin me
When I felt the bitter taste of death
The sour crisp wine
I hold him at high esteem
Oh! Death
Why stretch thou
Thy cold hand on him
In deed a tree has fallen
Oh! Our beloved PAPA!
I hope to see you again
On the harvest day
When the new earth shall come
(By Opurum Precious: Nigeria)
Copyright © odiboy 2016
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