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Friday, 11 May 2012
INTO THE GLOOM
Why did you choose to die in your sleep?
If this is a dream,do wake me
The way you said the night prayers
Did you know one could be your last?
I recall the days when burnt yams tasted good
We ate bean cakes with sugarless paps
Oh brother! The dreams we nurtured together
The hope that we would someday wipe the tears off mother's face
Death is as death is,cold hearted and cruel
With icy fingers,it clutches
Transcending you from this lighted path
Into a realm of utter darkness
Our memories of you will forever linger
Till we meet at the master's feet,adieu
David Ajibola (Whispering Hill)
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This piece of thoughtful poem is so captivating. you doing a nice job dude, keep it up.
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