Death’s Cruelty

WHEN HE DIED
When he died,it was the end of life for us-
Not by death is the body killed,though
Not by the ceasure to breathe
But by the dissipation of the legacy,and sire
But when he died,we cried ceaselessly
That no one held the other,drab faces,solemn hearts and long cheeks
If only God would give him more breath,just for a day
So I tell him what I now wish I said
Or did with him,what I now wish I had done with him
But when he died
If left us lessons,
That to be happy,we must stand side by side
We’re hurt,we fret,but no ocean of tears shall return them
It was hard to understand it! Oh, the dreary nights we’ve cried
But if by death,God punishes
He then has done it so well
For when I get to heaven,or when I finally see Him
I’ll ask him why,and he’ll answer
Spending time together,
I realized
Is what means more than all Earthly goodies could
When he died
They put a good man into the ground
They left a great man in there to stink
They said good things about son of man who’d sired us all
They put him in a wooden box and threw soil over him
When he died
I thought,
Not such a good and wise life should be taken
But when he died
We found the depth of loving since the day that he died
Duncan Kiplimo