Song Of A Dying Philosopher Poem by Joseph Oladehinde Ibikunle
Song Of A Dying Philosopher
Haunt me not for tomorrow
Or histories of times ago.
Let me be!
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I neglect the beauty of human race,
I hide myself from its squalid ways.
I pray, let me be!
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Speak not to me of things above the sky
Or things that below the earth lie.
I entreat, let me be!
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Do not let me brood on contempt and scorn,
Neither the agonies of those who mourn.
Just let me be!
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Do not remind me I was once a child,
Innocent and witlessly full of pride.
Please, let me be!
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Tell me not about those battles,
Do not tell me that life baffles.
I earnestly beg, let me be!
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Do not sing to me the melodies
Nor chant poetries of sublime philosophies.
I beseech, let me be!
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Ask me not if the dead sleep eternal,
Ask me not why life life is ephemeral.
I plead, let me be!
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I have hunted wisdom below and above the sky,
Now, it is time I rest and die.
Tell me, shall you not let me be?
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5/10/2024 6:45:03 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Joseph, a great write although I believe we must look at life as a school, an opportunity to add to the volume of one's eternal knowingness. If never bothered, the possibility of one's growing new insights is somewhat limited. Learn, learn, learn that's my mantra! Cheers!