Death Of My Childhood Friend Poem by Mbusya Wa Mbusya

Sorrow was as it is when one dies,
But it was worse for our own ages:
It was on a very cold month of June,
When Savanna goes into self prune,
It was horrible😢...,
There was trouble,
I had waited for him to play soccer,
Hours an end I thought him a joker,
He didn't return my whistle call,
And the night was about to fall,
I felt anger why he defied,
I didn't know he had died😭
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Sorrow was as it is when one dies,
But, it was much worse losing Denis!

In memory of Ngunga.

©Gabriel Mbusya 2020