Pearly Gates Poem by Frank Okoth

Pearly Gates



It is the wake of dawn,
Thief! thief! a man is dealt
With ruthlessly.
It was a mistaken identity,
Unluckily he had already left
for the pearly gates.

My wife and I yawning, oh!
It is morning, my innocent baby doesn't,
She went for days empty bellied,
I guess she was headed to the pearly gates.

While on a sick bed.
I'll be traveling unknown miles soon,
Should i return, mmm.....
Take good care of yourself, if not
We shall meet at the pearly
gates of heaven.

All dressed in black,
Pierced by spears deep down,
Tears flowing down their hearts and minds,
A loved one moves six feet under,
Where really are the pearly gates?

Exceptional are colors,
Green of nature is my best, but no.
Dressed in an all white shall we,
Inside the pearly gates,
In heaven.

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Frank Okoth

Frank Okoth

Nairobi, Kenya
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