No man is completely fit
NO MAN IS COMPLETELY FIT
( Onyenekperechi )
No man is completely fit
Strong enough to exist without exit
Often we sit close to the deep pit
Falling low at the slightest hit
The healthy man does not push death away
Likewise the sick man does not make it stay
Death looks for all made of clay
Bringing them to lowliness with their decay
The young is old enough to die
To lie in state is a position anyone can vie
That I will die is a truth I can't turn to a lie
Death is a belt that I must tie
The next second is uncertain
Can turn gain into pain
Can deprive a ship of its captain
Can take away that which you cannot regain
Waste no time in doing the good
The standing tree will soon become wood
The handsome man is already termites' food
The living man running out of blood
Copyright © Emmanuel Onyenekperechi | Year Posted 2024
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