Sixty Poem by Chinonye Anyichie

Life unto death
Struggles of the earth
Gave the life away
A proud and well bred all to no avail
Left footprints for his loves to wail
To remember, we pick photos
Just at the right side we see his motto
Laughter the spring of life
Laughingly he smiled at death
But we knew not what he meant
Poking fun to run from strife
I ponder; what if death was a relative?
The lifespan of The Man being seventy
How could he go away at sixty?