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Jan 2015
By the grace of His Mighty
Him who raised me from grass
I will die,
My dead shall describe the lines
He was a world class poet
As an artist he touched the world
By His grace and mercies
He made someone somewhere
somewhat get a reason to live.
My eulogy precise
As such
I will be burried
But happy in spirits,
my work shall live for eternity .
Shall touch for eternity
Many shall live my life
They shall see what I saw
Feel what I felt
And talk what I talked
Some will visit my graveyard
To commemorate this great friend
Who lived centuries ago...
Then I will no more exist
My spirits shall be pleased wherever
And maybe
My hot springs
Shall erupt
And many shall be of me
Shall be by me
And still for me!
For this is a call
A wish maybe,
Him the great God
Grants calls of heart.
For now call me my name.
You are a poet
Just like me
Your mark is everlasting
"Influence of generations that come,are in the making,in you is greatness.make the next generation a good place to be."
Kirui Cheruiyot
Kirui Frank Junior
Written by
Kirui Frank Junior  28/M/Bomet county-Kenya
(28/M/Bomet county-Kenya)   
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