The final whistle is blown
Man seeks an extra
Life, stingy, gave none
Faces tilled with pity
He asks can I go back?

Redemption eludes you life says
Below thou liest him deep
The apartment of eternity
Distant from the rays of the sun

His departure teaches a lesson
Yet many refuse to listen
Our moments unknown
When shall we bid forever?

The halt comes suddenly
Like the emergence of lightning
Wash thou hands for purity
And fear the day you shall be alone.
© Yusuf Muhammad