Last Flight Poem by Chukwuemeka Ezeamalu

Last Flight



'm flying
They cry I'm dying
I'm smiling
They're sad weeping
Uplifting
But they're bowing

Who's going down,
While am up and high?
Watching 'em done
While I'm fit and gay
Not seeing the odd
But can't make them smile!

Saturday, February 6, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: death
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