The Dead Poem by Moses Rotimi

The Dead



Welcom wandering soul
Find ye rest in dearing arms
Thy unrest steps a treat pose
And it may do ye harm
Thou hath brisk'd through life and death
Footprinted on the sand of time
Behind thee are thy deeds on earth
Now rest ye in peaceful prime.

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