Edward Sawyer Poem by Joseph Oladehinde Ibikunle

Edward Sawyer
Grew up strong and clever
Dreaming to become a lawyer
But was soon diagnosed with typhoid fever
He fought with his energy and effrontery
But couldn't survive the ailment
His little coffin hearsed to the cemetery
His mother wept and did lament
And she placed a lawyer's wig and gown
Wrapped neatly and firmly together
Upon the coffin as he was lowered down
Into the grave. His bereaved father
Then said, 'Edward my little lad,
Here dies the dream with the dreamer
For dreams don't grow in the grave yard
As vegetables don't sprout in a steamer.'

But in the realm of the ghosts
Edward continued in his pursuit
He won many cases for his hosts
With his wee knowledge in lawsuit.
For what the ghost of Edward complished,
Even in the grave, a dream has not finished.

NB.The first stanza bears the intended message of the poem while stanza two is a sarcastic conclusion.