You gave it your best brawl
Put in all your might
So you could get it right
You strived to win the race
Hoping for the finest account
The exertion not so simple
Yet with a trickery orchestra
Death fared a forbidden thing it shouldn’t have done
It laid its icy hands on you
with all cruelty
And obliged you to relent your success
with all potency
Though broken,
you swallowed the throb
but things didn’t go so right
And as you guzzled another tot,
in a more frantic struggle,
you gave in the towel
What went wrong?
This firm anchor gale puny
Humanity is doomed
The sweet turn sore
Making bitterness our earnest plea and only yelp
When will this smooth?
No life is guarantee
Only the Word of God is
Not even the righteous is assured
They too have their draw
Like is a carousel
death is the final cartridge
They say we must give our best
Yet the casket doesn’t guarantee the first
Nor does it award the swift
Either does it gives life’s yield
for man to form a nest
So why then the struggle, the mischief, the hast
the hate, the betrayal, the tweak
and all the wicked acts?
Life is not guaranteed, someday we’ll all decay
and the trust for affinity will be broken
Like my best friend Sidney
But unlike us still alive,
In a faraway strand across the bridge,
A beautiful home awaits Sid
There, he needs not die again
There, the sun will shine
and he’ll never be unhappy again
The question now is, where will you and I be,
When our lives decay or trust is broken?
This is in loving memory of my good friend, Sidney Laud Yaw Nii Sai Schandorf.
Rest well, buddy.
Your death was really a pain
But God knows best!
Broken