Eternal Echoes Poem by Odelana Rapheal

Like a sculptor's chisel on the wood's edge,
Death whispers away both the bitter and sweet pledge.
Time denied you treasures, gold's karrat's gleam,
And your beingness crumbles like a silent stream.

For the echoes of laughter, a joy shared and rare,
And a life lived, like a parable beyond compare.
Like a house half-built, standing incomplete,
These testify to the legacy you discreetly entreat.

Uncle, may you live on like a timeless chime,
Rest in paradise's eternal, serene clime.

ODELANA RAPHEAL OLUWASEUNFUNMI
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