"Let not my words mourn" by Fajoye Lawrence

On my desk ajar

Enticing my eyes to mark the painted words

Patiently waiting to feel the warmth of my clutch

And ready to hear the voice of my heart.

Humbly, I began on the line,

To expand the territory of my heart,

Order the cerebral to embassy of thoughts

That I may one day dress in courage

To war against ignorance.

I had the rein of the world;

Now I could speak,

Now I could vet all authorities

By the sceptre of my words

I made disciples.

Behold, legionary I had become

Thereafter, assimilation of freedom's epistle.

Time and age run their course

For my hairs have dined with grayness

My back chooses to bow to all

And my feet hire the service of a rod.

The hour has come

To receive the prize of my deeds

And sail to the world beyond

Sons and daughters,

Let my words follow you

To do all task with honesty and truth

For a day shall come,

You will be no more; only

Your deeds shall speak

After your farewell…

Let not my words mourn.

Fajoye Lawrence A. is a 200-level student of the Department of Communication And Language Arts, Faculty of Arts, University of Ibadan, Ibadan, Oyo State.