Not withered by winter
T'was eighty two wonderful years,
Before you left me with long tears,
As you flew to a place not near,
None of my cries you again hear.
My loneliness follows the hearse,
Your long loud silence made it worse,
You now speak only in my dreams,
Since your last bath watered the streams.
You flew away in November,
Twenty eighth, I still remember,
It can't be withered by winter,
Your remembrance, time can't hinder.
As long as the stars still twinkles,
I'll bethink you with my wrinkles,
Eulogies bespoke your goodness,
'Cos you lived good life to fullness.
With God your soul will ever stay,
Your death spoke more than you could say,
To your honour I'd live my days,
May God forever guide my ways.
Copyright © Maclawrence Famuyiwa | Year Posted 2024
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