Poem: He Is Gone

POEM: HE IS GONE

Our hearts are filled with fear

Our eyes are filled with tears

Our minds are grappling with intrigue

While our bodies are suffering fatigue

Yes he is gone

They came and took his body in the morning
And now we are left mourning
I wish I could have had a chance to say goodbye
But his demise is a virtual bye-bye
Yes he is gone.

I remember how he used to hold me in his arms
While we stood at the robots begging for alms
And one day while begging for alms he was kicked in the face
But his spirit was not dampened as he regarded this as a passing phase/Yes he is gone

I still remember how he would be calm
When all and sundry condemned him as a scum
For indeed he was nowhere near perfect And would quietly acknowledge his defects
Yes he is gone

He hasn’t left me any treasure
But having him around was always a pleasure
And in making ends meet he gave it his all
Despite not having the wherewithal
My oh my my dad is gone