The Last Poem by Wensislaus Mbirimi

The Last



Ask any smoker
How much enjoyment
Is to be got
From the last puff
Taken in a huff
Of the last cigar
In the last pack

Ask any lover
Of the satisfaction to be had
From the last kiss
Stolen from the little miss
In a hurried embrace
At her doorstep even without grace

Ask any soccer fan
Of the bitter sweet last minutes
Of the cup final
With the scoreline one to nil
All eyes on the ref
Anticipating and dreading the moment
When the final whistle he shall blow

Ask any music fan
How crazily he will dance
To the final encore of the last song
End of which brings down the curtain
On the unforgettable party of parties

Ask any hungry man
How cherished is the last morsel
Or the last crumbs
From the borrowed bread

Ask any poor man
How much he values
The last dollar in the pocket
Knowing it really is the last dollar
To line his pocket for some time to come

Ask he who is thirsty
To hear how smoothly
Down the throat
The last sip surely flows

Ask any mother and she will tell you
How from her last born
She never wants to be parted
Her last born always first in her thoughts

Ask any polygamist
And be prepared
To listen to compliments galore
All heaped on the latest wife
Swearing she would be the last

Ask any accountant
Of the sweet relief
Obtained by balancing
The last figures

Ask any puzzle solver
And hear the smug satisfaction
Of putting the last pieces
Of the jigsaw finally together at last

Ask any lover
How sweet the ecstacy
Of the last thrust
That joins the two
In lover's orgasmic paradise

Ask the victor
And he will fondly recall
The last punch
That brought home the title
All in the last round

Ask any poet worth his name
To be told of the feeling
Experienced by one and all
On successfully putting the last rhyme
On the last line of the last verse

Ask any movie goer
And hear how distinctly
The last scene is recalled
With a lasting impression

Ask anyone at all
I bet all still recall
The last time
They had a jolly good time

No need to ask
How I feel on completion of this task
Of letting you see
How the last is always the best
I wish I would say the same to the rest
Still I adore it for being the last

Ask anyone at a funeral
All will tell you
Of the deceased's last words
His very last actions
Especially his last wishes
As they appear on his last will

I bet you every farmer
Still knows when it last rained
The last time his cow calved
Not to mention his grain store
Of the last time he filled it to the brim

Most church goers
Wait in anticipation
Of the boring preacher's last words
Particularly his last amen

I will always remember this verse
Because my ink has run dry
After writing at such a pace
It has uttered its last cry

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