In one silv’ry night, <br /> <br />when the eyes of the moon peep’d thro’ the sky <br /> <br />while the sun had her eyes long shut, <br /> <br />ev’rywhere turn’d night and silent. <br /> <br />Save the owls who cried to awake the silence, <br /> <br />rodents pacing to and fro searching for fodder, <br /> <br />and the toads croaking to arise the dead. <br /> <br />There, where all men lie low still, <br /> <br />his image plac’d on his grave, smiling; <br /> <br />smile that seems to ask me: <br /> <br /> Why have you have forgott’n me so soon, <br /> <br /> me that won a medal for my mum and dad? <br /> <br />But before I left, I replied the smiling image: <br /> <br /> I will win like you, but not lie low like you.<br /><br />Eche Ononukwe<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-witness-to-the-forgott-n/
