The Boy Who Lived For Twenty Days Poem by Ernest Elliot Daka

He was small like babies
Three weights and a bit
He was tough and a looker
He had needs only to live and love
So he fought for dear life
And love from all fought with him

For twenty days, he knew nought
But for dear life he fought might
To breathe and live he fought hard
But fought in vain it seemed a last
And after twenty days of pain and life
He lost the fight for life

Still, the love he got he gave
For tiny though he was
He touched the hearts of many
The mother, the father and all others
And so he goes and yet he goes not
For he lives in the hearts of many
And through the pain, will always be
The boy who lived for twenty days