"SIX FEET" BY TREMENDOUS WENYU

Is it the gold,  

Diamonds that reflect?  

Millions locked in vaults,  

A shining skin, an adorable voice?

I asked myself—  

Is it the minefields,  

The gyms,  

The banks,  

The countless homes?

Then I understood:  

The cemetery is the wealthiest place.  

Six feet down lie inventions never born,  

Opportunities never met,  

Stories never told,  

Beauty that mesmerized,  

And love that never fought.

I came to realize—  

Everything above is poor  

Compared to what lies beneath.  

Six feet down rests love, honesty, gratitude.  

Six feet inhales the air we crave.  

Six feet keeps the treasures we dream of,  

The hopes we once held.

Why is six feet so eager?  

Eager to take more dreams.  

The richest place I know  

Is six feet below.

© TREMENDOUS WENYU

- Zimbabwe

The poet persona gives a metaphorical name for death, "six feet". The bard says death is the wealthiest for it knocks on anyone when its time has come. The speaker admits the power of death to strike dreams quiet and cease the percentage of hope upon him beings.