Frank Okoth

Rookie - 79 Points (30/4/1991 / Nairobi, Kenya)

Death - Poem by Frank Okoth

If my life would halt before I wake,
Perhaps that would be our last meet.

And my mother would be helped by other
mothers to wail over my demise

then my friends would want to
close their eyes and open their voices.

perishing if I do,
uncertain of everlasting life,
heaven or hell still unclear,
perhaps death is death after all,
and the soil be me and I part of it,
never to see darkness of day, light of night

if my peoples eyes shall weep and bleed for a week,
perhaps with a dry cry we shall part hoping to meet again.

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Poem Submitted: Monday, January 28, 2013

Poem Edited: Tuesday, February 12, 2013

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