At the Grave
His departure makes families to cry,
Though he lived a fruitful life with weak thigh,
He’s always ready to lift the poor high,
Putting food on many tables nearby,
Making kids and widows faces to dry,
As the parish priest says...he’s no mean guy,
These attitude and deeds I’ll love to try ,
Not making the dream of this gem to die,
As we come to this place to say bye-bye,
I bow my head and look up the dark sky .
DATE:8-23-2016
Copyright © Olusegun Arowolo | Year Posted 2016
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