When Am Gone Poem by Ezekiel Igbodo

When Am Gone

When am gone
It's okay to be sober
Tears won't change a thing
It's normal to miss me
But life jets on

When am gone
When trooping to the scene of my exit
Don't wake the sleeping dust
But tread my paths with deep tenderness
And don't grieve me With wretched hands

When am gone
Don't talk about cars I've drove
Clothes I've worn
Joints I've clubbed
Talk less of my fancy
Talk more of my strife
Talk more of my perfect imperfections

When am gone
Don't talk about my luxuries
If there be any in moment of my existence

When am gone
Its okay to talk about my faded smile
It's okay to search my best kept Secrets
It's okay to caress my fible hands
But don't hail my dead ears

Tamper my success with caution
And don't flaunt my victories recklessly
When am gone, ponder over my exit
For life is in pack
But death is a lonely business

When am gone
Don't wish to turn back the hands of time
For our paths shall cross again
When am done
I would be gone
N will be waiting at the other side of the veil