Death, to me, is a stranger;

Amy Michelle Mosier

Death, to me, is a stranger;
I know not his whereabouts.
I’ve seen him but haven’t heard –
I know of him but we’ve not met.

He spoke at length with my elder
And convinced him to go.
I got to say good-bye before
He left, but of Death, I don’t know.

He seems so popular among
Celebrities – distant and queer.
With the sickly, too, he throngs –
Too important to come here

Although once, without persistence –
Death did rap upon my door.
I was busy – I did not answer
So he left a calling card.

  • Author: Amy Michelle Mosier (Offline Offline)
  • Published: November 20th, 2023 08:43
  • Category: Reflection
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