As The Day Goes- In Garissa Poem by Adeosun Olamide

The lines are weary
That carries their clothes
The cockroaches are sad
That lay un-chased
The mangoes are browned
That swings un-tapped
The day goes on
And memories with it

Their books are dusty
It fears its end
The cigars un-bought
Twirls in its wrap
Their beds are laid
Acquainting its loss
And day goes still
The memories with it

To quietness- it rapt
Seeking their voices
And to spirits- they hum
Expectant their dues
The earth- in pensive
Pining their tramps
But as clock ticks by
Their grieves come a fade

And us too- tears dried
As sources its- weak knew
The sleepers awake
And our mares- remain
Echoes laughter theirs- fade
As the silences fill in
And the day goes on
Memories them with it