Death Walks Beside

Kurt Philip Behm

 Youth ran away toward the front,

as death pursued from the rear

 

Catching me inside the paradoxical

whipsaw of life

 

I stopped, as the boy continued into the distance;

but the reaper stopped too

 

Wanting me to run some more,

preferring to attack from behind

 

As I turned to face my stalker, his eyes went down;

and his presence cast no shadow

 

He took two steps back, but I reached for his hand

while saying:

 

         “Walk with me, keep up with me;

         your job here still not finished

         The boy has indeed gone; but

         the man is not yet ready to go”

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: August, 2017)

  • Author: Kurt Philip Behm (Offline Offline)
  • Published: August 29th, 2017 09:22
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  • FredPeyer

    This man will never be ready to go! Thought provoking and as usually so well written poem, Kurt.

    • Kurt Philip Behm

      It follows us all 🙂

      Thanks, Fred

      Kurt

      • FredPeyer

        Don't remember if it was Woody Allen who said: 'I don't fear death, I just don't want to be there when he comes.' 🙂

      • Kurt Philip Behm

        🙂

      • Louis Gibbs

        A fine philosophical poem here, Kurt! I really appreciated it ... well put.



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