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The morning after he was buried
I stood alone beside the grave
Breeze softly romancing my cheeks
Smell of moist earth filled my nose
I was deeply lost in thought
Her tenant was a friend
Muted in the morning of his career
By a drunk behind the wheel
Killed also were his unplanted seeds
Impairing his parents’ hope
Tears filled my eyes
As I vividly recalled
The days we spent together
As students, farmers, enemies even
Ha! Life hugs us with uncertainties
As I left his new home
Certain, I was, of one thing
My life won’t remain same
For I have learned to live
One day at a time
Written by: Sunday O Freemason
Edited by: Kukogho Iruesiri Samson