One last experience

Goodman, the good man

He was known to be a loner,
All he ever owned was that hut,
Wife and son, people said they left,
When all he was known for was theft.

A known atheist he was in town,
Called the most high all sort of names,
He was a known hunter for games,
Once jostled to wear the king’s crown

But on one fateful day at dawn,
He didn’t sit in front of his house,
No one even bothered to ask,
Every man to his daily task.

The next day, he began to preach,
Gathered members, began to teach,
What changed his mindset, we don’t know,
All we know, he died a good man.

Tomide Abdul