Elegy To My Dad 'Reginald Eke' Poem by Ogu Henry Chijioke8888

THere rests his soul under the greens of the earth,
The man unknown to furtune and fame,
Slow through the church-way path, his birth,
Along the heart, and there he came.

Large was his dreams, sincere his soul,
Heaven rejoice, perhaps his there,
To misery, his heart was as deep like hole in pole,
And waste its sweetness on the desert air.

Father bless his heart, in merits disclose,
Or draw his frailities from their dread abode,
There his soul would rest in humble repose,
Bosoms of flowers rest in the lord.

But knowledge to him are full of applause of rumpled page,
Some villages visited to feed on his dauntless breast,
The typographic tyrant of his life was age,
Rich with the spoils of knowledge but now he rest.

Now the blazing hearts of pain could burn in flame,
The glimmering sight of parting day,
Let no accusation mock his useful shame,
In all we say, we bless today.

The breez of tears would blow and fall,
If memories are dreams, this tomb would ever gleam,
On this bed, that parting soul would call,
And many a million text around his heart would beem.

Father bless his part, in merits we close,
O draw his fame from dread bode,
There his sould would rest in humble repose,
Bosoms of Love, Dady, rest in the Lord.