Garlands For The Septuagenarian Poem by Uche Nwanze

Garlands For The Septuagenarian

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A song to celebrate a Hero, my Hero.
A dance in honour of a Champion, my Champion.
A tribute to the world best dad.
A eulogy for the Prince of Ezemese, progenitor of Obi Dunkwu.


I speak of a Cerebral, his pen made me a poet.
I speak of a Disciplinarian, his whip moulded me.
I speak of a sage with a repository of wisdom, a better man he made me.
I speak of my coach, his sturdy arms held me to take my first steps.
I speak of a colossus, he stands tall like an oak tree.
I speak of a Cat with nine lives, 'Onochie' is his name who survived the lair and clutches of Death.
I sound the gong in honour of a pedagogue, he did not spare the rod.
Seventy salvos for a Valiant, his arms a fortress.
Three scores and ten, yet buoyant and full of vigour like a lad.

For all values you inculcated in us.
For all the tireless toils to put food on the table.
For the endless battles you had to fight to kept us safe.
For the many times your firm hand keep us in line.
For being there under the scorching sun and the cold nights, thank you Dad.



©UCHE NWANZE
29: 01: 2020
12: 45PM

Garlands For The Septuagenarian
Thursday, January 30, 2020
Topic(s) of this poem: appreciation,eulogy,tribute
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
Tribute to my dad, MR. SUNDAY ONOCHIE NWANZE, who turned seventy on the 29th of January,2020.

* Onochie: This one has come to stay.
* Ezemese: A clan in Ibusa(Igbuzor)
* Obi Dunkwu: The patriarch of Ezemese.
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Kingsley Egbukole 30 January 2020

A worthy son of a noble father has written. I feel your appreciation to your loving and disciplinarian father. Beautiful

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Uche Nwanze 30 January 2020

Thank you worthy friend

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