To The Living... Poem by Kirabo Anthony

Like an apple tree amidst the forest trees,
I have dwelt in
Both placelessness and placefulness.

Each single rise of centuries,
I have welcomed the planet's great bulb
And danced in the silvery moonbeams.

Don't ask questions of my age's name
But let no the answers that flood you
Roar until they pollute your ear,

For the existence of the history,
And our future unknown,
You will always be a mortal man, forever
In this sceptre-rag world.