Think of a
life & think of a poem,
Where
everyone is a word.
A poem
where a word is the thought that we bring,
The thought
behind our work,
as we till
the earth for substance,
It is the
thought found in our essence,
the idea
transmitted during interactions.
That word
is who we are,
All look
similar,
Yet perfect
in our own ways,
And unique
in our own expressions.
All part of
that poem,
That poem
that has been weaved up since creation,
Capturing
the misery of the human experience,
An experience filled with love, hate, ambition, the quest to protect personal
possession and a halfhearted desire to provide for the next generation.
Though
every word released destines out to accomplish a personal purpose,
It is not
aware that it's ways are being orchestrated by a Divine Being to flow in
harmony with the rhythm of the times.
With this Icon passing, the tempo changes,
The poem
has lost an essence,and even when replaced, the new never flows like the old.
With these
departures,
the new
words that are born ushers in a new era which is a new verse,
Changing
the tempo of the poem, in the rhyme of life.
Dedicated
to Professor Albert Chinualumogu Achebe, 16 November 1930 – 21 March 2013.
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