Death here are a few questions.
Why is it that you sit alone?
Between a husband and wife when a child leaves.
Don't you guide them?
"Yes, I lead them on their way. It is my job."
Cloaked in black, there you are again
Sitting in the back watching the poor soul
There are lovely bouquets of red roses
Pale body in a wooden box. Why is it that you don't rush it.
"The soul is restless, it's okay to go slow."
Death why is that you sit alone?
Wandering eyes that watch the patients go by
Knowing their time is coming
All you must do is wait. Isn't it boring?
"Boring, for sure. I won't rush it until time allows."
But people are afraid of you.
You're greeted by tears instead of smiles.
Don't you have any feelings at all?
I know I wouldn't like them.
"You don't understand. Nor do they. Just listen as they pray."
Death I have thought about it
I am ready and okay
Lead me now, because I have realized
You're not as bad as I thought
"Finally, son you're soul is sought."
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A Simple Book of Poetry
PoetryThese are poems that I have written. Some a few years old some mere months old. I hope that whatever these poems bring makes you think about things a little differently. Or maybe they are just fun reads. Whatever the case may be I hope you enjoy the...
