Tell Me While I'M Alive

While the sun set While at rest, the hay is lay, Write me beautiful songs and poems fill my corridors with plaudits While you can, knock at my door and with me share the good news perhaps, sing them like lullabies While you can praise me. praise me. for a good work done before streams of eulogies turn into mournful dirges And while there's time show me that you care I will do same, to you who breath and water flows ©Min Smartt & Doris Mawusi