My End (Part 3) Poem by Kingsley Egbukole

Certainly I must go
But while I can still breathe
I will take it deep and full
While I can still eat
My stomach will not lack
While I still can write
My pen I will task
My book I will suffer
And my lamp to drop will burn
To churn out knowledge
Born of inspiration
From the abyss depth
To better a generation
That may not comprehend
The writing on the wall
And recognizes a prophet
Long after death.

(Sunday 8th June,1997)