A Daughter's Love Poem by Cole Armstrong
A Daughter's Love
O' Death!
So tall and broad.
Why have you come?
Am I to see God?
O' Death!
So dark and cold.
Why do you walk towards me?
For I am not yet old?
O' Death!
Whispering in my ear,
what was and what is.
Is my time so near?
Please do not have me Death.
Life is so dear.
Will you not compromise,
and come back next year?
O' Death!
I bargain with my kin!
You shall have a bride
worthy of great sin!
O' Death!
Will you pardon me tonight?
If by offering my daughter,
can I again see the light?
O' Death!
Thank you for this covenant!
I promise to return with you,
in a year henceforth!
O' Death...
So gentle and soft.
Why must you intrude upon me?
When my doings are still aloft?
O' Death...
My you have changed.
From tall to short,
and from broad to thin.
O' Death...
Can you wait no longer?
My year has gone and past.
And I have nothing else to offer.
O' Death...
Why do you cry?
It's your job,
to have me die.
O' Death...
I think I understand why.
Pull back your hood,
and let me see your eyes.
Cheers!
A really interesting poem Cole.. A conversation with Death is a really clever and effective idea to bring out something really beautiful... Cheers mate!
This is a great conversation with death. I like the flow and the brief passage of time. The 'bargaining' was also a good part. Keep writing.
An emotional write, Cole. Please continue to write. It does good for the spirit
Nice piece...everyone desire to live longer if not for death
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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A well articulated train of thought nicely penned with good rhyme scheme. Death is a bad reaper often going after unripe fruits. Thanks for sharing Cole. Please read my poem MANDELA - THE IMMORTAL ICON.