Questioning Our Existence Poem by William Ndoyisile Somenze

Questioning Our Existence



Who'll be first, or may be last,
who'll remain to reminisce on counting losses & faces that death has turned to a wisp of smoke,
Who'll be fortunate of this life,
but unfortunate of his past reigned by tombstones & family name's grave sites,
is it me or could it be you?
Could it be none of us,
to be prone to such ailing absence.

When heaven's boat's man come,
should all those who are dear sail & none be left waiting on the shore or trying to swim when all that they are is vessels in this sea of life's mishaps.

May our end of existence be not mathematical, marked in numbers,
May it be religious, like Armageddon so that no one's heart can carry the yoke of painful endings lest the mind may fail to reflect back to joyful beginnings.

Lord I pray,
For my eyes are feeble of seeing many souls buried,

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