Too Late
Too Late
I have nothing to do productive
My vision for the brighter future has come to an end,
My active days are over.
I am here, waiting for the time to come,
The time I here its arrival
Who should I blame?
Myself? Or others?
My relatives are praying,
Not for me ...........
But, for this time to come too soon
Just to end the pains, agony and regrets,
That has become my best friends...
In my isolated room-home
More even than my own relatives
When this time comes,
The people shall see me,
And when they see me,
They shall sing.
They shall sing with their eyes and noses
Only the tears and mucus shall tell the tune
During the arrival of the time,
People will learn a painful lesson
The lesson my other friends, cough & diarrhea, taught me
While entertaining me
In my beloved room-home, I dreaded having
They will learn the lesson,
The lesson I leant when it was too late to adjust.
Upon the arrival of this time,
I shall be no more
Others will laugh, mock and condemn me,
Yet, others will prepare themselves
For the ceremony of my departure
They will dance, drink and dance,
Forgetting how I became what I was
They will enjoy
And finally, becoming friends of my best friends,
Who taught me
While I was in my room-home
The process then will begin and continue
Then, the remaining others will say,
Whatever I did came back to me
And whatever those did shall come to them
Yet, others will realize that,
I wasn't the first and shall not be the last
They will learn and know ...........
That the process will continue
And it will affect them too.
The spectators of the process ....
Shall therefore organize and warn,
They shall warn the public
Of the process,
Of the best friends I have in my roomhome
And of the time after the climax of the process
Whoever ignored the warning
Paid deaf ears to the warning
Will and shall have the process on them
As for me ...........
I am done with the process and its content
And, I am no more
- Onono Jimmy
