Now that I
will be gone
That my work
here is done
I feel a
fire eating me up
Of all
things I can’t evade this cup
Because this
is the way I took
I’ve been
nothing but a rook
But before I
go I must say;
I wish I
read all the beautiful words
That I wrote
for people of all worlds
I wish I
lived the life I advocated for
I wish my
rear was same as my fore
I wish in my
decisions I stood firm
I wish I
uprooted immorality in my own farm
Only now,
the days are no longer gay.
I wish I
listened to my own sermons
I wish as I
sought I gave pardons
I wish I
didn’t abandon the fight
I wish I
could make things right
But now,
only wishes are left
Now, that my
life is being cleft
These times
that are no longer gay.
I wish it
was never too late to say it’s too late
I wish I
could still see an open gate
But neigh,
sealed is my fate
Let history
erase my birth date
Let love for
once in my heart overrule hate
I wish this
train I took wasn’t in haste
But now, I
will have to pay.
You too have
not long to decide
Truly time
is not on your side
Do you hear
yourself when you preach?
Do you know
how far you have to reach?
Well then,
you know where I dropped the light
This is your
chance to make things right
Now when the
sun still shines, make ye hay.
By Vincent Owino.
Great poem. I hope this was the last wish.
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