Heirloom Rupture.(Ottava Rima poem)

Once upon a time or so my father said

There was an old man named Pa Joseph

and on every Hamlet in my hometown of Ogbomoso he was the richest man,

Or on the cusp of dying as rash of theft broke him misery with no one in his solace

until his demise,kid prodigy 

who appeased labor to his waning wealth 

cluttered with dreary and manifold perspirations.