It Is Not Yet Time

Six feet under!

Not until lightening comes after thunder

Not this season, not even next summer

Not until rainbow colors turn to umber

Not now, not even in my deepest slumber

Not until God Almighty starts to wonder

If I will ever respond when He calls my number

Taking the last bow!

Not until Indians butcher the sacred cow

Not until I learn Enochian. Until I know how

angels and other celestial beings say hi or ciao

So, not anytime soon, not yet, especially now

Not until God is pleased by the sweat on my brow

Not until He says, “Son, good job. I mean, Wow”

Promoted to Glory!

Not before I finish writing my life story

Not until I get God’s number in my Directory

Not until He personally tell me not to worry

That I will go straight to heaven not to Purgatory

Think of it. This place cannot just be a theory

Real or not, do not go there.  That’s my travel advisory

Give up the ghost!

No. I’m not leaving the ones I love the most

Not until we make our last toast. Prost

Not until I know which angels will be my host

Not until I shake the net. Not just hitting goalpost

Not until I score. Until the stadium is closed

Not until all the secrets of life are disclosed

Kick the bucket!

No. I’m not ready to sleep in any casket

Not until I hear the sound of the last trumpet

Until I hear the soft lively tune of a tucket

Not until I solve the life equation in the bracket

Not until I drown. Until I lose my life jacket

I will take the last train to glory when I buy my ticket

To bite a big one

No. Not until I touch the eye of the sun

Not now. Not when my life has just begun

Not with all the cheers. Not until I hit a home run

No. Not now. Not when I’m having this much fun

Not until I become God’s favorite son

Not yet. But God, may your will be done

-Edwin Onyango