Memories In the Sands of Time
Dada knew he was on his way
So
He had collected, all his bowel's branches
In
Unity to tell of his life, fortune, fame and fate
It
Was as if it wasn't going to be so in our eyes
But
We were very blue he was weak,
A
Strong agile oak we used to know him to be
Very
vibrant eyes, sat eyes less on the brown settle.
We
Stood and watched as the wind
Blew
And like a pale leaf drops
To
The sands of time, carried away
By
The harmattan wind , in apparition In Its mist
He
vanished away, yet the memories still
fresh like green leaves today
Copyright © Gideon Idudje | Year Posted 2020
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