Nature is so beautiful,
All that I know is wonderful;
But for one I tell,
For that, its art so cruel.
Drops of tears as we mourn,
At the sight of its ugly return.
Wicked as you are,
Only if I could, I would put you behind the bars.
We see you at every nook and cranny,
Have you no pity?
Why not love the loved,
And take the cursed.
You take those who are dear,
Those who clean our tears,
And now we fear,
For we know not when next you will come near.
Please go, and come back not in a thousand years,
For whom now you have taken, it is hard for us to bear.
IN MEMORY OF MY LATE FOSTER FATHER.....ALHAJI ENGINEER OJOMU.....R.I.P..
When people die, the one's left behind suffer. Thanks, Olamide
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Kelly, the death of our loved circumnavigate our memory. Indeed,humour is of nature, but not DEATH.