Rejoicing thrills his birth
Voices far and near said welcome to earth
A fine beautiful soul is born
Great works waits to be done
He starts the journey into the books
The future hanging on the hooks
Step by step goes the growth
Filled with the expectancies of youth
The two steps in the books now gone
Great works waits still to be done
His chosen path, now is know
Though just a step to go
Aha! Now he wears the mortarboard cap
Family and friends all to cheer to clap
Here there, up down. Left right-busy
I will make it he says though not easy
Grown, now he says “yes I do”
Life now falls on him like fresh dews
Blaring horns, tiny voices calls “daddy
oyoyo”
More branches to continue tomorrow
House large, furnish fill- beautiful
Much pepper, fleets, affluence so full
Sad happy, sick healthy, caring much friends
No one thinks of the ends
Some for gets-and-gains, others-love
After all, each speaks for self above
He leads the crime de la crime
Convoy long, small big stands to waive at
him
Eloquent everywhere very powerful
No one sees the sun setting on his youthful
But he is strong great a big man
The world falls at his command
Cold hands knocks, no option he answered
No mind thought of this but he is dead
Yelling’s wailings cries nothing to hold
Away like trash to rooms’ cold
Far and wide gathered they at his birth
Again they now are at his death
Blackly clothed, sad hearts and faces but
merry is on
Glowing eulogy he was this and that ends the
sermon
Convoy long small big stands to waive at him
Eulogies flow all to a casket wooden
Silently or noisily the go to the quiet
woods in swift
Bay and large, up down, here he lays six
feet.
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