FineBoy!

Ojima-Ojo John Atakpa

Don’t cry for me when I’m gone…

Don’t cry for me when I’m gone

I loved you with all my heart

I tried to make your world brighter

But may be its tough chance

You may not see what’s in front of you

But you would see when it’s gone

You would miss my annoying presence

You would miss all my talks

You would think about all the memories

Where we didn’t see eye to eye

You might cry remembering my smile

The smile that’s is full of love

When I’m gone you would miss me

But then you are bit late,

Don’t cry when I am gone,

It’s just too late,

Too late

yeah

A man doesn't have time in his life

to have time for everything.

He doesn't have seasons enough

to have a season for every purpose.

Ecclesiastes Was wrong about that.

A man doesn't have time.

When he loses he seeks,

when he finds he forgets,

when he forgets he loves,

when he loves

he begins to forget.

A man needs to love and to hate at the same time

to laugh and cry with the same eyes,

same hands throw and gather stones

to make love in war and war in love.

And to hate and forgive

and remember and forget,

to arrange and confuse,

to eat and to digest

what history

takes years and years to do.

And his soul is seasoned, his soul

is very professional.

Only his body remains forever

an amateur. It tries and it misses,

gets muddled, doesn't learn a thing,

drunk and blind in its pleasures

and its pains.

He will die as figs die in autumn,

Shriveled and full of himself and sweet,

the leaves growing dry on the ground,

the bare branches pointing to the place

where there's time for everything.