So They Die Poem by Jide Pounds Ibitoye

Two jolly friends on the wings of time
a bad day to taste like lime
to take care is not an option
to have grace is my best opinion

we live now to die someday
when our fresh bodies turns decay
the stinging straight sound forcing in
travelling ones soul in dark silence

raising hands struggling not to die
but course has to be taken to fly
soar gently now on eagles wing
make no noise now but calmly sing

a life of vanity
Gods own sanity
sing me a beautiful song
as i walk through life even though short or long