Words To the Destroyer of Desires, Death
Surely!
are you beING
awaited for.
Cos no one
has your
remedy at
all.
Kicking the bucket, is a
game for
all.
Whether old, young, short
or tall.
THOU respect not, the
rich
or poor,
Sending all, to the greater
beyond.
For you know all on your
long
record.
And leaving not, a single
soul
untouched.
OctaGAnarians do not
fear.
For death knows none by
age.
But for what his called by
name.
For infants are not leftout
in the
game.
I wonder the number of
job you
create.
For your appointment is
timely,
No matter the time of
departure,
They are nothing, but all
late.
You have beING for
ageless years.
Not a disease that can be
cured.
Even Mendel is also dead,
Some Prophets, you
didn’t spare.
You have helped some
but not all.
Offended many but
pleased
some.
All in all, you are sure to
come.
But you inform none,
when you’ll
come.
Majority know their
birthday.
But none know his death
day,
For only the righteous I
ever
heard
are happy,
For knowing you are next
to
come.
Few teeth, pap feeders,
Voice noting and walking
stick
enabled life,
People wish they reach.
Before your reach!.
Copyright © Adelaja Olayiwola | Year Posted 2011
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