.3. Death 1 Poem by David Threadgold
.3. Death 1
Casting shadows where you call
Moments left for one
The reapers scythe begins to fall
Another life be gone
I’ve seen you in your waiting
Shrouded all in black
Once for every life you call
And never calling back
You stand there in the corner
No face the living said
A smile seen by a good life
Not so the bad lie dead
© 2008 David Threadgold
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