Death

death

He comes on quiet feet

When you don’t expect to meet.

Will you be ready for his call?

Have you been here at all?

Did you love feel it’s embrace?

Did you feel compassion’s grace?

Were there sunsets that broke your heart?

Sunrises that tore you apart?

Did you see the world and all it’s glory?

Read a child a bedtime story?

What will you pack and take

Into death’s dark lake?

Fill your suitcase with love and beauty

or ledger books and memories of duty?

Will anyone cry when you leave

Will they miss you and grieve?

Or be glad your gone and they are free

of you and always be

filled with pain that you left behind

To everyone you remind

of what was or what could be?

Will you be shackled or free?

For each of us death will visit

cannot hide or miss it.

Our time on Earth is short and can be sweet

If we show love to those we meet.

4 comments

  1. marilynmunrow · September 8, 2015

    Reblogged this on Marilyn Munrow and commented:
    Wonderful sugar, i applaud you. You get better with time. wish i could express myself like this. WEll done.

    Liked by 1 person

  2. amommasview · September 8, 2015

    You’re so good with words!

    Liked by 1 person

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