Tag Archives: Death

An Elergy To My Dad

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Oh with drops of tears rolling down my eyes
When someone sow and reaping is not allowed
My cry sounding up to the sky
On my knees with respect, I bow

“Such is life” isn’t always a good sentence
For it may entirely ruin a life
Imagine the torture like you were serving a life sentence
Its cut through my mind each time like a sharp knife

You lived a good life as you could
Hoping the death could ever show mercy
Avoiding most life pleasure that you should
Investing all time in your children and showering mercy

We needed you more than we understand
Most of your child yet not say “I do”
Who will be the grey hair to stand
Behind us if not a legend like you?

My ink bow in writing
Praying you have a peaceful rest
In our mind you live forever
While I tender you these lines

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I Lost My Dad

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With a deep heart of sorrow, I wish to announce to you that, I’m bereaved.
I lost my all-in-one dad and burial schedule will be communicated later.
So sad šŸ˜¦
Thanks

Old Age Not A Pride

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Some are proud to be older than me
When I’m not proud to be someone’s elder
Everyday young is what I plead God to be
Cos I don’t want to be a history in years later

You’re getting old and approaching your death
A phenomenon I wish can be erased
It only sends you to that lonely depth
In the memory of your friends, you’re erased

Though it’s a road everyone must ply
The old wish they can once again be young
Knowing death always makes the mouth cry
With tears that may be with love ones for long

I write as if forgetting the unplanned end
A moment when things don’t work as it should
When buckets are kicked by the young with no amend
My ink tries to avoid it as far as it could

I never want to grow old with having nothing
A reason that makes me forget my birthday
All my desires are still labelled longing
Hoping someday they will come my way

By force is how I’m accepting it
When my facial structure attempt a change
Then I have to fight for here is it
Making sure I leave a remembering change

© Chris Ekong