Inscribe On My Epitaph Poem by Olusanya Anjorin

At the end of time,
When I have moved to the great beyond,
Where termites and worms
Never can destroy my frame,
I want to use my hand
To inscribe on my tombstone
That I lived life effusively
And sculpted my name on the sands of time
On earth, in honor.

I want to pick chisel,
And inscribe on my tombstone
To the living:
Be wary of the ephemerality of the world.

I want it inscribed legibly on the living hearts
That death is transitory,
But whoever forces himself
To the great beyond incurs the wrath of the Creator.
And will have no rest.

No charm, knife or spear,
No bullet, no gun can lacerate my body any longer.
Let no one cry for me.
See, all the angels
Dancing, rejoicing, welcoming me home.



I want to use my hands,
And write that I reshaped the world,
Left it better than I met it;
Urging fellow hearts and intellects
To recast the earth,
Make it better than they found it.

I want to look death in the face,
And ask ‘Where is your sting? '
You've come to do nothing,
But liberate me from this wretched, depraved world
Chains of fear been long driven from my heart.

I want to pick my own epitaph
And remind the living:
Time allotted is short
Soon, forcibly, the bell shall ring,
Calling you home for eternal living
Or eternal torment.