What is life?

What is life if full of care?

Man, here today, gone tomorrow.

Why bother or shed a tear?

For things we have or have to borrow.

The mornings are different

Without his prayers

The evenings and weekends will now be different 

His balcony has been empty 

And I feel it's sorrow 

Can almost hear it weeping

For its owner

The sound of his old voice saying hello

Now  only is an echo

I still hear it

But it sounds so low

What is life if full of care?

Man, here today gone tomorrow 

It's been ten days

I'm still in a daze

The texts no longer come 

Will never come again

For the faithful sender

Is now free from pain

From pain and sorrow

He's gone to rest

From bitter drugs and the nurses' needles

He's gone to rest

The play has ended

He acted his role

If he did it well 

It's his creator's call

It's the end of his show

And he's taken a bow

This life is over

Another one begins

Bless you and good morning 

The first words to all his texts

Amen and Amen. God bless you sir

Was my usual response 

He would always have the last say 

"It is well!"

Yes sir, it is well indeed!

You put up a good fight

Never complained 

Took it all in good faith

In joy and contentment

I saw your pain

For you hid it in vain

I saw your hands,

Darkened by medication

I saw through your smile

And into your heart,

Your desire to live 

You prefered laughter over pity

You wanted life over death

You discussed everything but the sickness

That ravaged your body

Thank you for your unusual  friendship

Thank you for your genuine love

You showed it, I felt it

And now I miss you

Good night sir. Yes, It is well!

Dedicated to my neighbour and friend 

Mr. Felix Olubunmi Oyefolu (Dec 22 1941 - May 8 2018)