Getting Near The Grave Poem by ademola oluwabusayo

GETTING  NEAR  THE  GRAVE
Early in the morning the funeral start
Little does human see of future
In the reven of the heart
The heart of den of human future

Days long they performed their rite
The heart have unforeseen this
What we happen to human life
The heart rebuke this

The heart always believed this a fallacy
He always walk with is faint heart
When human have travell in a false drawn
This is just a ghost @the feast of the heart

It getting to the darkest of the night
The heart is over the fences
Not minding the fiddile while rome burns
In getting to the darkest of the night

The heart is packing is laugages
The heart have been in full flow
The lord the controller of ther heart
The little boy looked for hope