Now I’m gone
So please take back
The colour
The language
The riches
It was never mine
So I give back
All given to me
Life
Love
Thoughts
It won’t serve me where I’m going to
Nothing I brought so nothing will I take back
As to dust I return after I breathe my last.



(c) Femi Goro Johnson, gorociano@gmail.com

For man at the best of times is but vanity. I like this, the brevity; the fact that you didn't try to make your poem seem modern by employing mysterious terms, you kept it simple and succinct. Big ups