Letter Of Admonitions Poem by Obodokasi Ade'etem Agbor

Low, low, lay him low
Oh wailing team,
Fill his hollow tomb with tears no more
He's had But time enough
To sleep And dream.

Swift! Turn back your tears widow woman
Go back to toil when thou art still fit And can
Put all your crying weight to work sack
Rare to see a man traverse so deep a path And back.

Save incense, save candles And burning time
Sowing seeds in sow seasons is the wisdom of the sower
So sow soul brother, that when try time is over
Thou wilt save for thineself a penny or dime...

If thou saw your brother rowed to grave
Thou wilt know vain 'pon vain is what we crave
That time may or August
Thou too shalt kiss dust
So choose while earthen, What gold path to pave.