IT COULD BE YOU

Reality is dawn on us,
That death is inevitable,
It's the road of all mortals,
One by one, we take a bow.

Death a vehicle of transition
of higher glory or lower gory,
Many skirts and trousers are on transit,
To account for their deeds on earth.

What account will you render, 
Of good or evil?
If your eyes are close to the realities of life,
Will your name be found in the book of life?

Today you are here flourishing
Like the lilies of the field,
Tomorrow you are gone and forgotten,
Life is fair and unfair to many.

Yesterday, in tears your maternal home
bids you farewell,
To journey to Agwu in Enugu state,
your paternal home,
At Adumike's family compound.

Favour, you left in your prime,
Fate isn't fair to you,
Reincarnate again,
And console your parents.