Everything Will Go Poem by Tony Adah

In an old house
A big wooden clock hung
Solitary and still on the mottled wall
And shreds of dusters and broken
Pieces of white, blue, green and yellow chalks
All heaped on a bamboo table;
Where laid also an eye glass case
And an old dog-eared bible narrative
Their owner had long travelled;
The roof is going
But there's no how it can
Catch the owner long gone.
There's music on the thatch roof
And bits of red earth fall on the shoulders of
Anyone who goes in to this museum.
An old dane gun leans on the wall
The cap is not there
And the gunpowder is damp
So is the power of its great owner.

The clans men are at rest
As are the antelopes and the rodents
In the meadow
Everything that has a beginning
Must come to an end
There was a birth
And now there is death
This house was new but now it's old
But we gather as if everything
Will remain
Or we will not travel
Out of this great house.