The Inevitable

Isn't it funny?

How most of humanity are not scared of death

Or the manner in which they'd die

But are rather terrified of how life will go on after they die.

Fugacious moments when few tears will be cried and that's the end.

Ephemeral seasons when few hearts will bleed, then be healed

And their names will be whispers, till it's heard no more

And all that'll prove they existed would be their handmade chapbooks

And the memory of them will be evanescently dried off

Like the morning dew on chaparrals..

Isn't it funny?

How mankind doesn't realize, death is not the only thing that's inevitable?

That the clock will go on ticking is inevitable

That people will go on living is inevitable

That your dearest friends will one day go back to work, is inevitable

The fact that the stars will still glitter

and the birds will still sing

and the sun will still shine

and the lovers will still love

and the babies will still cry

and the teens will still party

and the singers will still sing

and the clowns will still joke

and the writers will still write

and your mother would still smile

is inevitable.

And you can't really blame the world.

For you'd do just the same

Be it, you were in their shoes
Nwokpe Precious