From day one
Death
Has always
been here
To keep us
safe from harm
For it knows this
Was not the
time
For things
to go wrong
Still we
fear death
As if it
hides at night
Beneath our
very beds
Making that
bump
At the
stroke of midnight
A thing we always dread
No matter what
we tell ourselves
Or how hard
we look around
That bump we’ll
never find
For death
moves beside us
As we walk this
world with him
Down our life’s
chosen line
The hair
upon our neck
Some day
will yell beware
Still none
hears but our soul
For when death
lays hands upon us
Like we know
it will some day
We’ll have no
choice, but to go
8 comments:
I've been with someone who feared death - this brought back a memory.
Lynn
I'm hopping not a bad one.
Love this poem Desk49.
frigginloon
and a tip of my hat to you
(wait I'm not wearing a hat)
Will a big smile and a slap on top of my old bald head (and that I have)
Thanks
I like this one -- it's interesting how you open this poem with death keeping us safe from harm. We don't think of that in relationship to death.
Like Lynn, this one brought back a memory for me. I grew up in a very old house -- it was in my family for a long time.
Anyway, in the house was a big wall clock. It didn't work, except when someone died. I didn't believe this until my dad died at home and sure enough the clock chimed.
Sara
A ghost in the old clock
that strikes upon death
It works when one dies
but is normally at rest
is that old house hunted
or the grandfather clock
I'd not bet my life on
the tick or the tock
Yep, the angel that is our companion, ready for us only at the right time we don't get to choose. Except suicides of course, then the angel is cheated...
Snaggle
Not sure we can commit suicides
and go early. Even that might be planed.
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