Armstrong Is Gone Poem by habib akewusola

ARMSTRONG IS GONE.
This great leg who steped places
Not all men would treck
His vibrant head that was always
Blessed
Not all sence can learn,
Armstrong, destinies wagon, the
Golden legend
Surgion of human endervoles, even
The best among animals prefrence,
Your gaint visit to the clouds
Where the moon permanently rest.
II

My lips are sealed
See this almond tree thick and rich
But she thinks real deep in memory
Of her greatest fallen leaf.
Armstrong the transparent king,
How can I be your next of kin?
Your family never needs to weep,
Mankind must forever celebrate your
Skin,
The gentle key who unlocked every
Troubled wind.
III

Armstrong will no longer talk,
His works created the word rejoice.
My loyalty is all you read
As my voice stands still,
Lower the stars let's all sing
Like the breeze coordinate this
Flag with easy.
Time to become the man of dust
To reincanate and meet his
Favourite Lord.
Armstrong is physicaly gone,
Possitively sure the moon forever
Appreciates your intelligent touch,
The new baby Armstrong will
Soon be born.

HABIB AKEWUSOLA