Where Heroes Are Reborn


Man! This is so soon
Talking to you
On the yester
Discussing some website
A handful of days.
I hope to meet you
Where great souls are reborn.

A leader we've lost
A business man
Whose soul has eloped
In between our fingers
But I hope to meet you soon
Where great life is reborn.

We must go
Since we're prevailing.
Sometimes we forget
Till a great soul
Shines on its way.
I hope to meet you
Dear Nzioka,
Where wonderful souls regather.

But man! Why did you go?
Some day I shared with you
My floating and sinking.
You told me it's going to be fine
I will miss your assurance
Dear Nzioka,
Till we regather
Where phenomenal souls are reborn.

You have left me
With a lesson of boldness
And being a go-getter.
A leader and a true brother
I hope to meet you my man
Where vibrant souls reconnect.

(This poem was born on June 12, 2024 and has been in my poetry archive. I wrote it upon getting information that this friend of mine had passed on. I was touched so much by his passing and considered dedicating this poem to him.)

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