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Great men die with different mood
by Bolaji O.Timothy Men could live though dead, I guess you believe my tale. Men could be kept sacred If their work sing that tale. Great men had entered into history Through doors many dread, And conquered the fear that many dare face. They picked the challenges of uncommon labour, And consistently made mark By their constant walking In the land of threats. By their activities,they composed songs on the stave of time, Which are either admired or detested in Most palaces. Their presence are Welcomed with standing ovation Compelled by admiration Or propelled by indignation. Their hand were fixed With a fist that indent holes On the rock And wrist which wriggling Had plod uncommon roads They had by labor and act Become precious treasures of history. But here is the puzzle, These treasures of history Die with different moods. Not all-great men die happy: Some died sad and their glad days were forgotten. Some died miserable And their able moments Left them helpless. Some died lonely and their disciples abandon them. Some died childless, from their homes They were sent apart But some died with the smile of accomplishment They could see their labour Like stars littered the firmament of life. Their children by labour Flank round their bed They would fix their dream into the case Just like baton And give it to another loyal Who had volunteered to bare their spirit? And pursue their dreams. Till they succeed once again. Have you seen the death of a righteous great man? I pray my day be like his. Heaven rejoice though men shed love's tears He gives a consoling by, by and by With a smile which image Shall forever remain real! Bolaji Article Source: http://www.faithwriters.com |