My Very End Poem by RAPHAEL KARIBO

sailing on a rocky and slippery path, yes that dusk lane.beneath the gloomy clouds trecking in the heavens.

I shall notice my very end, that arena, that yard embellished wih hard work, restless nights, joy, endless happiness.

Oh! I shall relish

the malign breeze shall treck down my way but it will never clog me, i shall never be in a ploding state.

I shall elucidate to thee, that malign frame prying this nice frame, i must propel...

Yes! we all are busy bees flying aimlessly, but that dusk bee must feed while it's alife, these my dark feathers will not grow frail, i shall never envisage them fail.

My very end, i will seat on that stoll of accomplishment relax and relish, will never depend!