The Man Died Poem by Okonkwo Osamedua. Allen

Some say he was hit by a moving train
On the track were his blood and brain
Some say they saw him yesterday
Or maybe an apparition looking so pale and grey
Some say he was stabbed in a street fight
And in pandomonion, the murderer took to flight
And he, dying with a grin on his face
Was heard reciting ' amazing grace'
Some say he was poisoned in a lovers toast
Where he collapsed and gave up the ghost
That he left large measure of silver and gold
Which his wife was glad when betold
Some say he died at eleven- forty- five
With his own sire still alive
Leaving behind a tootless old grandma
Who couldnt talk, but only smile at cha!
Some say this, some that, till silence befell
By the mournful sound of the church bell
Then it mattered not what is true or who lied
For all was one that says 'the man died'! !