Village boy Impressions

Not for death! Not for death!  But for life among the deathless  In ageless, changeless, greener lands Where no stain nor tear can abide Therefrom your labour, you rest,  Robed in glory.  But on this hallowed spot of Balansa,  Lies your mortal remains;  Agandin, son of Adaayomah,  Loving father and devoted husband.  In that hour set with your maker,  But unbeknownst to us mortal men,  You made your bow in peace and quiet. Read Here:  Village Boy Impressions - Father's Epitaph You were the fountain of life  The light of hope The captain in life’s ocean,  My biggest fan and coach.  Under your watchful, caring gaze I raced with the swift Your words of caution  Lending motion to my little feet. But in my innocence,  I forgot you were my force of gravity.  You ceased whilst I was in mid-race Now I have to lift my own foot And bring it down! Alas for me! The blazing sun did set at noon! The eagles stopped in mid-flight The birds quieted in mid-song Even the c

Only this morning,  As the smiling sun  Emerged from behind the horizon,  Grinning as the bearer of glad tidings,  And all ready to run his race,  I awoke and stretched and yawned. As the light of this joyous sun  Gave life and healing to all creatures  And me,  I stood and with one more stretch,  Stepped to my locker  To prepare for the coming day. Grabbing my toothbrush, I rummaged for my paste. Then paused as I saw it in the corner. All empty, twisted and mangled  In a million angles and curves, it  lay,  But nay one more squeeze I must Before it is done with. That I did give it with much effort too! After a hurried scrubbing of the gums, I emerged ready to breakfast. But only one bag of the beloved Lipton, Lay alone and solitary in the packet. That I placed in my mug. The milk too was only a spoonful. But the sugar, yes the sugar, Alas! the sugar ran out! I did shook and scratched And at last washed the jar To sweeten my tea.