Driven Memories: Poor Death Poem by Roy William Gotaas
Driven Memories: Poor Death
Poor Death! I’ve seen him lately,
In shabby boots skulking the night-street shadows
Where once he strode the centre of the way.
He’s stooped with effort now, his not mine,
And looks not half so tall as when
Above my cradle’s head he loomed and frowned.
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4/24/2024 10:44:21 PM # 1.0.0.1119
death personified, strongly expressed!