The old wonderer

In your latter days you had a good life You sat under the mahogany tree near your hut Watching the village as they moved about with their duties. At night you were a storyteller Telling the people the stories of your youth "My youth was a wonder", you always started with And "That was life" you always ended with. Your lips were always wet from the gin in your calabash Your radio always played the songs of long ago Then you suddenly passed away In your last sleep your smiled for the last time With two tears running down your cheek We knew you were going to have a very good sleep In your Father's arms Rest well wonderer For the village never forgets you.