Edward Gone Bedward Poem by David Olusegun Agbaje

When I asked of my friend, Edward,
I learnt he had gone bedward,
For worrying so much about his truck, 'Bedford',
Which could no longer move forward.

Then I hurried to the males' ward
Where on a white bed I met my dear Edward,
I stretched my healing hands forward
To raise his head turned backward.

I told him to pray and not to worry
For worrying people are not very godly
As they deny God's power to carry
Whatever the cause of their worry.

Perhaps, my words lighted his heart
Like a flood light on a stage in the dark
For a smile lighted his face from his heart
And he said, 'I'm well and can walk home even in the dark.