Now Is the Time To Move On

Now is the Time to Move on It's been twenty years without my father, A fine soul, incomparable with another. A man of might amidst his mite. A warrior without terror. Dignity was another name he bore. He taught me the dignity of hard work And to raise my shoulder high, Whether with or without earthly wealth. Hmm, life has taught me to have a heart of steel, But his memory has cushioned my battered soul. It's been twenty years with many tales to tell, But I am moving on without the biting memory of pain. Of hate. Of rage. Of acrimony. Twenty years is enough to sing a new song. Twenty years is enough to let go of a fading dream. (Every 28/9 is always fresh in my memory because I held my father as he breathed his last. I really missed my father, David Ibijola Adejugbe. I see his face in all the aged men I meet. He would have been ninety years this year. But then, I am moving on)