For Naught Poem by Hannington Mumo

For Naught



Methinks for naught I was born,
And for naught I shall expire at my Designer's will; ,
Thus my heart I shall not keep forlorn
But flex to the edging of the Nature's skill;
Hither and thither my soul shall roam and roam
Till it finds its inescapable eternal home.'

POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
Composed for my friend Dr. Chrispus Kiliko on the unfortunate occasion of his brother's passing.
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