A Melody Of Malady by Daniel Nkanga
The saddest melody of malady
The highest Salary of Hilary
For which he worked tirelessly
Is now kept uselessly
He has been thought a lesson
He won’t skip telling Nelson
That’s is enough for a person
That ever refuses to listen
Before him lay his father
The memories of him struck harder
Smotting him like the stung of an adder
Now the hope for living seemed farther
He wanted to give him the best life,not bad.
He worked hard to establish this
But he was too busy with work to notice
He had forgotten to say, “I love you Dad”
in words or otherwise.
He left the very vital of life
Employed by the wise
To comfortable stay alive
Even the business man, the coffin maker,
took thrice the usual amout from, he didn’t cheat.
For all prices were up. The country was in a pit
Difficult to afford the luxury of a coffee maker
His Dad sank in
He scooped and dropped in
a handful of sand
He became too weak to stand
Then he looked up
There was a spark of yellow
It was a story to hallow
Hilary turned round
And with arms wild with emotion
He hugged his mum!
About the writer
Daniel Nkanga is a OAP, Music Critic and Music Promoter!!!
Mail him – firstname.lastname@example.org
Follow him – @danny_nkanga (twitter/IG)