You’ll probably cry, no doubt you’ll mourn,
Your eyes won’t be dry, a pinch due to the mourn,
Your tears may multiply, when mourning is on,
You have the chance, interact and react with me.
You’ll miss my stupid jokes, you’ll want my unique moves,
You’ll wonder I’m no more, you’ll suffer want of affection,
But I’ll be already gone, singing with God’s Angels,
You have the chance, interact and react with me.
You’ll regret unforgiven crimes, you never bothered when I existed,
You’ll pray the earth would open, swallowing you will be expectations,
It’ll haunt unreplied messages, which you never bothered to reply,
You have the chance, interact and react with me.
On the pulpit you may stand, eulogy you may read,
I’m sure you’ll always praise me, why don’t you do it now?
You’ll dress smartly, like you never did; why not now?
You have the chance, interact and react with me.
Whether or not you hear, don’t be shy when time knocks,
Don’t tell lies I repeat, I may wake up and slap you,
I may or you may lead, I will respect the conditions from now,
You have the chance, interact and react with me.
By Patrick Mutinda,
The writer.
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