Once upon a time there lived Someone with respect and honour Someone with wits and valour Yes! Some one with hopes and prospects

Yesterday they blossom with life They roam about cheerfully They were part of us They seem to have everlasting life

Some very rich and callous Some poor and timid Some good tempered and comely While some uphold the world is at their feet

They were cherished and loved They were breadwinners and dependents Some were lonely and disliked Yet their existence was part of life

Like a shadow death creeps in Its cruel hands snatches Targeting the best and strong holds Usually those closest to our hearts

With disbelief we grieve of the loss When it does strikes, we find ourselves in a trance Gradually the reality and impact is felt Then we ponder where they go from here.

By Cecile Enie