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