Live To Inspire Poem by Raimi Babatunde

Six feet down in the earth she lays
Sorting her yesterday with nature
Her once smooth and fresh skin
Now a perfect dinner for worms
The same worms she once ate

Her once white teeth
Now dyed to blend with the sand
Her once long and manicured nails
Falls off as if rejecting her
She is now to dine with her roots
Now, "Shakara don end"

She submitted to death
The only unavoidable enemy of humans
She is mocked and told
"See how ugly you look without your excesses"
Now a subject to the will of mother earth

Down, down below she rots
Because, suddenly she has expired
She is now history
Will she be remembered or forgotten?
It all depends on her deeds

One day, you too will expire
Maybe a hundred years from today
Which is but a couple of months
Just one thousand two hundred months, maybe
What will you be remembered for?

Naked we all came
So shall we all return to our maker
Regardless of your race or colour
Our graves will all be six feet
You will not take a dime with you
So my dear, like me, live to inspire...