Remain Buried Poem by Ruth Owusu

Got a call last night,
Three of my friends died from fright,
And i thanked the Most
High,
Without passing a sigh,
I was ecstatic,
These three friends made my life hectic,
They were my best friends yet i bury them with no regret,
The oldest amongst them was Procrastination,
Under her influence i gave the things i should have made my priority nothing but neglect,
The second was Laziness,
Thanks to her i couldn't
handle my relationship with prosperity and he almost left me for that hardworking woman despite her clumsiness,
And the youngest was Pain,
She was a new friend yet she made my life her home,
she wouldn't let go, she was as constant as an unremovable stain,
So i am ecstatic that i have to be the one that writes them this tribute, :
To you my faithful friends
that i didn't grow up with yet met at a point in time and welcomed you into my life,
To come and dominate my
world and lead me to know
nothing but strife,
I greet you all in your grave
for tormenting me like a
troublesome wife,
I thank you for deciding to die so that i may live again,
Ever since you came into my life,
my prosperity clouds have
seen no rain,
Yet your death has unleashed the flood gates of glory and
now i dance in showers of
gain,
Without your presence i
would never have had any
lesson to learn, i would have
no cv to write and apply for
progress because i wouldn't qualify without experience,
Yet knowing you has been a bitter story i must bury deep and embrace your absence,
I know many people were
eager to get rid of you but
they were not strong enough
to do so because they had no power called discipline,
Now i know you just died of
fright the moment discipline took over and gave me a shot of her medicine,
So this tribute i write is from my heart with love,
remain buried in the grave,
out of my life forever.