Onyekachukwu Vincent Onyeche

(4th October / Asaba, Nigeria)

Adam's Story: 9,30 (Death2)


Death!
More cruel
And heartless than Cain.

O yes to me it came
And me it flogged
At an age

Old Adam of 930 caps
At this time
E'noch could not be found

Thirty-nine on my top:
Methuselah a boy of my cord
Humbly broke my record

The devil may be wiser
But my seed lived longer
I know my cord.

After Noah died in genesis
Under same chapter
I waited for the next verse

9: 30
But it never came, my son
What's wrong with your generation?

I wish;
The difficult pill to swallow now
Never passed my throat

I would have written
A secret of long life
On Proverb 9: 30.

Submitted: Monday, June 09, 2014

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