In the morning for you not to mourn,
Go and dance the dance of your choice.
Dance it to the best and, make you rejoice,
Because death closes it all.
In the morning that you may not mourn,
As you go to the market, buy all and come back,
For when one is left not purchased,
No alibi, for death shall close it all.
Always in the morning that you may not mourn,
For if you’ve not visited the library, do now!
Exchange illiteracy for knowledge and come home,
For when death comes, it closes it all.
In the blissful morning again to chase pain,
Pain of you not drawing who you are.
Draw the good image of yours now and go,
Death might not take excuses but closes it all.
The small like mustard seed,
The great like Goliath of the Scriptures,
Harken to this voice; errand voice.
For this voice, repeatedly shall echo into ears,
By the time death closes it all!
©Udekwe Chikadibia Johnmary.
Happy Sunday my beloved!
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