Dark Side Of Tomorrow - Poem by Joseph Anderson
From our moment of creation
Till our last day on this earth,
Comes the search for things eternal;
Moving forward from our birth.
If truth be told, we all have fear,
This communal bond we share.
The rich, the poor, the weak or strong
Have this cross that we must bear.
'Tis not the fear of life, of love,
Or the trials that we shall meet.
It is the ever pressing threat
Of the fate we all must greet.
To think on death as quick release
Perhaps, would appeal to some.
What grips my heart and soul would be
The mystery yet to come.
On the dark side of tomorrow,
When the reaper takes his prey,
I hope to say O! death be quick
And I'll be on my way.
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