Called too soon
He walked the road,
like everyone else.
He was never told
his time has elapsed.
The visa to heaven came too soon.
He wished the Porter could
Mould him again.
Go away Death!
You have come too soon,
Was all he could
Why now Death!
He knows there is going
to be grief and wailing.
There will be roses and rhododendrons
at his grave.
None will bring him back.
After death,
he won't feel anything,
Cold or hot,
no more.
Memories will he leave behind
A sudden visa to heaven
No cure to Mr Death.
No more dreams.
Dreams down the drain.
Hopes and hard work
of many years crushed down.
Just in a blink of an eye.
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In memory of Chadwick Boseman
Rest on wakanda
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