A man lives, so shall he die.
Sad, he was, when he took his first breathe.
Gorgeous he was when he barked his first.
A command to those of his consanguinity.
Jovial they were before him.
A friend is easier lost than found,
I was in all nooks like a hound,
To be with him,
So, it was before he departed.
Such was my irony.
Catch naught a shadow,
That’s all I defied.
To go and bid him farewell,
For he was a legend forged of fire.
Yes, the best of friends shall part.
Each in his defined path.
But for him that I never opt.
So close, always adored.
History always rounds,
The unexpected always befalls.
A staircase the world is,
Some ascending, some descending.
So, devoted he was,
Humble, adorable and pious.
O lord thank you for such a character.
Whom you love lives short.
You honoured him for a harvest,
Your crowning is ever great.
Shelve him an ornament,
As he awaits our arrival.
Embrace him with rest so eternal.
Youth lives on hope, old on remembrance.
So, we do,
Let him abide by dual.
By
Englebert B T Chikodza.










© ENGLEBERT BRUCE