Death Poem by Adeleke Oluwafemi

Death!

Every man is born to die
Even if your soul is a tie
by charm, you shall return to the sky,
Leaving all your tie and dye.

Death is inevitable they say,
Our body to termite is prey,
No human shall forever stay,
Including those that pray.

Unto dust, we shall return,
Because from dust we are made,
Going to our creator without a u-turn,
In a glance, our existence will fade.

We are nothing but a vessel,
Only God is immortal.
We are nothing but a pencil,
In the hand of the creator.

All men may lack wealth
All soul may lack rest
All body may lack shirt
But all men shall taste Death!