Requiem Poem by segun Johnson Ozique

Sorry, I have once again to disturb your peace
Sitting pen on blank page of your staring face
Unable to write in remembrance of your grin
Your laughter like the kicking car brand new
Developing to like my jalopy mocking generator
Such beauty was it often I can't help but join

So much more to think of you I always am in tears
Not blubbering, howling, or weepy tearfulness
But the sort you used to do as yabba dabba doo
Except I look around and I am with just me and I
So, my pen and I are here retrospectively thinking
What's going around where you are out in heaven?

Are you perhaps with people gathered around you debating?
Like last time we met in argument of all you see world over
Of many injustices it pains you reekingly denying you of delight
The much wanton looting and lacking you are filled with ill will
Your reflections are nothing but pure angelic reasoning posture
Like sound of music so pleasant and assuring to drive blue devils

Just some of the reasons to remember you by till days of old
Though there will be times like dry out days the dust gathers
There always will be the counter rainy days to wash dirtsome
So the candle be re-lighted rekindling the thinking glowingly
Of you and the meeting as conversations rethought belied
With the laughter like the sunset scent filtering down to us