POETRY FOR U Gh

O death, why knock at my door whiles I merry? Why at this scintillating moment? How could you snatch my gay unawares? Your mean disposition of choice needs a probe ; since you dock at my shore living none with hope but more with grief Tell me how your grasp will last? And tell me how soar it's stern stain will be?. For often, some times, some how When you launch your journeys ; To my humble abode. I sense your presence, benighted , and sometimes severe like now But letting go,  as human as I am  I cling To the very thing you need Why dock at my shores Whiles I Merry? See how your clutch has wounded me... With this scar you've left me bleeding to the very name you are. Why now whiles I merry - death?

"Kwame eii " the memory I recall of your voice as you call : Here I am now and you lie wordless. Seeing you at this juncture makes me speechless ; words have parted my lips as you lie without a word. I'm not worthy to even say a word, but your toil is more than words to soil. I've tried so hard never to cry, in other to honor you of your strive. Indeed I have swayed, but for you to be word off, I swear to be your pride. Thus, to pride you, I'll make haste and bring you home ; For your pride and rest is best at home than in lone. Knowing that will make you whole as tradition demand in our home. "Nye lanyerane".