That day

That day has arrived
The one I thought will never come
Oh! Not for him at list
For he’s the greater one of all,
Oh! The black dark cloud fell

I used to sit outside the house,
The one I used to call a home,
With the man who made it whole
And talk about the tricks of life,

“My child” he often said
“Life is not a rocking chair,
If you want to make it big in life
Climb the rocks it throws at you
That way you’ll bit the ousts”
Yes I miss the good old days,
But today that same old chair
Gives me nothing but lonely dreams,

The big day arrived
For me to call it quits
And start to form a list,
Of thing I’ll do onwards,
From sowing scats to learning quads
That way holly troops will fall
And I’ll be pointed to a direction.

That crazy day perched
When every one’s head is pink
And every one is soon to Greek
Unless you give your self a check
And try to find a decent job.

That final date landed
For those who plaid the game of life
For life is now, tomorrow gone
And then you’ll have to leave behind
The ones you love and work undone
But then you know you plaid your part.

Bereavement

Bereavement is a pain,
Worse than being lashed or chained
It crushes and destroys you mind
No one for it is trained,

By it every path is drained
And every learner’s book is stained
Nothing is left, not even a grain
For you to plant after the rain

You are lucky you are not slain
Or pushed out into a drain
There will be nowhere for you to claim
Even if you fell with a plane

Bereavement is a pain
That tares your heart and soul apart
It banes your flash and leave you ash
No one will dare escape from it,

Running from it only makes it worse
You’ll even wish you faced it soon
Having being suppressed and looked for long
Makes it wild like bruised Elephant

It’s a matter of time before it explode
And blow up on your face
And then you’ll truly understand
That this world is not for you to gain
It for you to get a strain,
Until you join the zombie- match.

Bereavement is a disaster
Worse than earthquakes and flutes
It shakes your world and flushes your trust
No one will rescue you from it

Its thunder rows like a hungry lion,
The storm it makes is excruciating
The time it’s over
You’ll witness the damage, your eyes, your body,
Your soul, will tell it all

Bereavement is a torture
Worse than the rack and electric shocks
No one will persevere the pain