At the end of the day's hassles
The business premises secured
Her mind home bound to her family
A reunion after the day's work
To board a bus the road to cross
A car from nowhere hit her too bad
On the spot she died no chance
The car in question nowhere in sight
The 14th day of December,2019
The little kids motherless rendered
And the husband a widower
You may have run away wise man no doubt
But your conscience under arrest will be
You will sleep no more in peace
And your rest very sorrowful will be
Your end disastrous shall come
When you think your life so sweet.
(Wednesday 18th December,2019,8, .58pm)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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So true that there's no escaping one's conscience, because how can you escape yourself? Thanks for sharing this tragic, poetic tale of the young mother's death.
I am encouraged dear friend Evelyn. Remain blessed