TALES OF THE PAST

 

Sing me that lullaby
write me that elegy
let me write my epitaph
it shall read thus
"Here lies the man that loved
and was not loved in return".
For that is what life has become
my life now gloomy and colourless

My life she left in tatters
my heart she shattered
and my world was scattered
hot tears cloned my eyes

Thoughts of the past raids my dreams
today i sit and reminisce the good old days
the joy and the pains
it is all tales of the past.

                                       Ephraim Okpabio (High Priest)