The End Poem by G. Akanji Olaniyi

IN LOVING MEMORY OF MY FATHER

Can the end be yesterday; we know that yesterday has gone and will never come back?
Can the end be today; we are too busy getting ready for tomorrow?
Can the end be tomorrow; the one that is still coming, carrying the hopes of our dreams to be fulfilled?
Can the end be in the night; when we are afraid of everything, even our personal selves?
Can the end be in the afternoon; though we see, yet we are bereaved of knowledge?
Can the end be in the evening; we bother not till we transit the divide?
Can the end lead to love, hate, togetherness, lack of it, emotions and their harbingers; whatever?
Can the end give strength, progress, thoughtfulness, continuity?
The end that calls!
The call that is inevitable!
The inevitability that manages our lives!
Our lives that we do not own!
When it comes, it has come! ! ! ! ! ! !

GOOD NIGHT MY DEAR FATHER

OLANIYI G AKANJI
(C) 2014