Simple Dirge
A dirge was sung, For one of our sons, Since his last smile. He shined under this sun, Casting shade of shadows On many near afar. He caused a stir on the scene, Stunned the status quo ante, Stretching the strands of stakes. A simply complex character, On the sentence of his stance, He is a subject to be studied. Superintending over some stunt, Sucks his struts to the shore And reset the stage for seekers. As a soldier with sober grey, He shared some salient space, With a supplementary tenderness. Several sons on this site, Under this sincere sunset, Shall sing silent solo dirges, In salutation to our souls. Fare thee well Senior Kwesi, Stay on Jeremiah John To the coast beyond, Sail gently Papa J Signed by Another Kwesi ©KYB ✍πΏ27/01/2020