He was born small
But had a big vision,
So he shared his love
With joy and kindness.
He sniffed at cruel jokes
But smiled at all times,
Whistling wherever he goes
Of times of light and laughter—
He became a mystery to men
Who waited for a downfall unseen.
While men seek destruction,
He tread the path of salvation;
He shunned corruption
And suffered, but beared it with joy;
He tilled his garden
And served without strife—
He spoke like God
But slept at unusual hours.
And when he was old and stricken,
He was seen walking the beach
At night with his only wife
When his children are not around—
He smiled, and she smiled too
As if they were surrounded by peace,
And when they retire every night,
Young men and women watch them pass
And vow within themselves to be great,
Not for themselves, but for the age to come.
© Okunola Peace.
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