willyweed

damp earth

A life well lived

still leads us back

straight to old death's door

I thought he was a stranger, once

but now I am not so sure

He looks so familiar now

Have I seen his face before

I pounded on the portal then

With nothing left to do

So say your prayers

And pack your bags

For death will come for you

The earth is damp

When we dig the graves

For the King's of the castles

And the lowest of knaves

Comments5

  • BRIAN & ANGELA

    WELCOME WILLY ~ Thanks for your first poem ~ very true. We all started out as DUST and to DUST we shall all return. Have you noticed how well the trees and flowers grow in Cemeteries ! Well structured poem and a great theme ~ more please ! Yours BRIAN

  • willyweed

    Thank you kind sir! I appreciate your reading and comments, thank you for your time.

  • Dee

    That's the surest of things ww, we will all pass on one day. I just pray I have done enough to earn my wings...:) I like your take on the subject and you are right prince or pauper we all will be called one day...Best wishes to you ww....Dee

  • willyweed

    I thank you again Dee, looks like you been busy
    we all get to meet mister death someday. dammed if we go, dammed if we stay

  • Diamond

    "The earth is damp
    When we dig the graves
    For the King's of the castles
    And the lowest of knaves"

    Got it....willy, Love is pure and whole, it does not seek a consequence. rather it is not dependent on a consequence. we just love...

    • willyweed

      it just is, Thank you for reading Diamond!



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