The Fear That I Will Die Poem by Tony Adah

When I look at what tomorrow holds
As bright or blurr as I guess
Fear grips me numb
More so that I do not know
When it shall come to pass;
In that fear
I feel like being alone without
A friend
And out of greed I think I should
Consume all that I have alone
And die in the bloom of death.

Fear or greed
Death is not perturbed
So I refrain and ask myself where
Are the grannies that lived before?
I am living in a house as a heir
Which fear or greed can build
But not.

I learn that birth has come
And death is sure;
I am told to brave the world
Inspite of the fear of the end
And make some ruts on the path
Of my life
That the unborn when they see
Shall clap for me.