Matthias Pantaleon

Freshman - 593 Points (August 24,1984 / Oronija Island, Nigeria)

Kingsley - Poem by Matthias Pantaleon

The saddest part of life is to
Bury your friends before you’re
Old enough to know what it means
For someone to die

Kingsley was a friend,
Nay our friend;
He was a friend you would
Be proud to introduce to friends

A friend who keeps
His friends as friends,
And foes as future friends;
He was a friend of friends.

One day, he left without goodbye;
The Kingsley we knew
Will never leave his friends
Without a loud goodbye!

He was a delight,
A light too bright for dead to eclipse:
He makes us laugh;
Now he made us sad,
Then we cry and wail knowing
That we’ll never see him again!


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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, April 3, 2013

Poem Edited: Tuesday, March 25, 2014


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