He made my eyes a spring to an ocean
He changed my lips from the home of smiles
To the rocky grounds of frowns
He left with no clothes
No foods taken from his bans
He left the luxurious solace of a mansion
For that of a muddy room
He left me with a sorrow to groom
He left all, and his legacy too.
He feeds all creatures he finds around
Now, he is gone
To go feed the grounds
It hurts to take these sore pills
Of his departure
It hurts the more,
To think he will never be back
From another kind action.
Tell the angel;
Here in my heart, he lives
And for every moment,
He will be greatly missed.
Rest On, Chief Moshood Oyeleye.
©Onyedikachi: The Cub To The Seven Gods.
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