
When my days are numbered
And I’m no longer here
Open my books and read my poems
If they make you sad, please hold back your tears
When my days are numbered
And the sun rises each morn without me
Remember our days at the park
And the games we played behind the moringa tree
Remember me when you visit the beach
Mention my name when you pray
Tell our colleagues not to cry
Cause I will visit them someday
When my days are numbered
And silence is the only thing I know
Please ink our memories in your heart
So, you take me with you wherever you go
For now, that I’ve taken a different path
To rest well at my home in paradise
Be strong and never for long mourn
Or shed your tears over my demise
For everything that begins
Must surely come to an end
Though I’ve gone, but we sure will see each other again
So wipe those tears and take heart, my friends
This was written by our contributing writer, Emmanuel Gleekia.

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