Life And Death - Poem by victor onyango
I often wonder
we sing-wine and dine when one is born
celebrations follow annually
And happy birthday to you...oh! jovially we sing
But when they finally leaves
Why cant we sing happy deathday?
Why do we dress in black?
We shed tears but of course even that day some shed tears
just that then it was 'tears of birth'
But now 'tears of death'
People still wine and dine
But the songs are dirges
And the goodbyes really are forever.
so that is what they call life
A similarity within the difference
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