The Fall Of A 'big-Franko' - Poem by Frank Adie
'Small' is an appellation peculiar to me,
The origin of this appellation cannot be divorced from you.
They call me 'Small-Franko', because you were 'Franko'
'Big-Franko'; a 'Bigger-Franko' is what you were.
The label 'small' is attached to me because you did live,
I doubt it will become extinct now that you are gone.
Outside our blood connection, there is another bond,
A stronger bond; born out of the quest for separation,
The bond of appellation, our appellations: 'big' and 'small'.
The train of life which you boarded 43 years ago
Have just arrived its destination.
The same train which we have all boarded
Has only one destination: the grave.
Though your journey must have been hectic,
The sickness and pains on transit unbearable,
Now that you have arrived your final destination,
It is my hope that you REST IN PEACE.
Frank Adie aka (Small-Franko)
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