Left Alone. - Poem by Innocent Timburwa
The best things of a human being, is seen after his death,
I say NO, we reflect to his role, position and humor and see a gape,
It is only when we can see, and give value to the late.
Reflection dip in mind, speaks loud and need to listened to,
After reflecting to the important role of My late Grand-Father,
I can see a unrecoverable space, up to the space,
So, who and how can this be filled up,
All I, Me & Myself has in me, is Him though is late,
Tears never stop, and cry never calm my heart, he is late,
I had plans, plans which I can see to have planned very late,
How early is early to a imperfect human to plan before is of late.
A question of a fool indeed, but never bad to answer, before its late
He dressed me with a golden heart, to use when the time comes,
Though he could not tell the time, but, I can feel, its time,
But there are issue which needs your voice attention Gran-pa! ,
Until your last breath, I knew, You are my real Father,
Before I recognized, and give your what you worth,
Your were no-more, it very painful to think than to Say,
Having you in Mind, Heart, and Reflection, gives NO answer,
Left Alone, in a lonely land, without LOVE,
You took with you Your all qualities, and leave us with memories,
Memories, which gives us directions when reflecting on You,
Alone, I am left, and Alone I will find a Lonely way till LATE.
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