MICHAEL SIMPSON
He defeated distance and sentiment
and some other things beyond human control.
His heart is spacious enough to contain the world,
wherever you are his light shall find you.
He is the superordinary man of word
that appears to us like an ordinary man.
An encounter with him is enough
to keep one going in the adventurous Word Land.
For example, he held a West African me tightly,
I mean a South African him.
His passion rules over so many realms,
he is one man to remain.
He choses a mortal form to help humanity,
he is truly an immortal and that stands.
From here and now on, his name shall occur and reoccur
in history of word.
His praise cannot be sang, his might you cannot imagine,
his tentacles wraps the Earth mildly and passionately.
May the Almighty bless his mortality with abundancy,
the least he could get for his affection for humanity.
By name, Michael Simpson, may the POET'S INK never ever dwindle.
A few more people like him in the world is needed that word may weigh more.
DAUDA ONAWOLA
IG: d.phinix
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