The Last Day Of A Man Poem by Andesikuteb yamusa

The last day of a man is terrible.
It is far and long spent from that glorious day he breathe his first.


To some it comes a little weird,
Unexpected,
A fall from a tree or a knock from God.
To this ones that have planned a good life and tilled the soil so well and had planted seeds so deep,
It will be a surprise and shouts and shouts will erupt with every mourner becoming a poet filled with eulogies in his lips.

To some it will come peacefully, having received their earthly prize.
A great crown of old age, folded in a big duvet and surrounded with a great cloud of offspring.
All shouting granny has lived a good life, but still and yet still an old man will bleed.
For the lover he onced chased is no more.

To others it will come slowly and painfully, to them the wish the end was yesterday.
Cos the devil loves them the most,
Gnashing there teeths every now and then.
Wishing the had never walked on this earth.
GENTLEMEN, I am forced to conclude that the end of a man is terrible no matter how it comes or how well his deeds are.