WHEN I’M GONE

Let my stories be told;
Of my hustle in the cold;
And how I stood firm and bold;
In the liberation of the bond from their stronghold.

Let my legacy be felt;
Amongst souls I touched and helped.
That even after men slept;
I stood in the gap, and prevented the enemy from sowing tares.

Let the trumpet be blown;
Upon the graves of soul i won;
My life’s sojourn not filled with “HAD I KNOWN”;
For even when I’m gone, I’m sure my legacy still lives on.

Let the autumn breeze;
Sway beautiful flowers on my grave;
That in the sands of time, my name never did freeze;
For even in my resting state, my impact still; the people crave.

Like the lions roar;
So did my supremacy soar.
Just as a new wine brimming sweet flavors;
So did my taste in their mouth, never went sour.

After I’m gone,
And my soul has sojourned beyond,
Let me be remembered as the ‘one’
Who gave his all and nothing more.


written by Majekodunmi Kenny
majekkenny7@gmail.com


 

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