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

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Beata Agustin

Date: 3/11/2023 5:24:00 AM

Thanks for sharing this... exposing your thoughts through your unique poetic style. Welcome to Poetry Soup. I welcome you with the love of the Lord, expressed by John 3:16 of the Bible, "For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life." God bless you.