How can death be near
Does it whisper still
All I hear is the lark singing
How can death be real
Safe within your light
How can death bring back the night
How can death here
Knocking at the door
He should know
I don’t live here anymore
Oh death be gone!
I’ve known you well
Tonight it’s life’s turn
Having fought many battles against the enemy of death- I, too, have only the 'will' to 'live.' Thanks for the poem.
I think you remain out of town there...out of his reach leaving behind your lark and a locked up door! Wonderfully conceived...well presented...thanks...10 And when you come back home (he has already left!) please look into my poem piece My Last Lover- it relates...
I hate to say this: as we very much enjoy our life, death is inevitable thing. We're only here on borrowed times, so let's make the most of our precious moments. Cleverly done! tc...Smiley :)
The fasination with death it keeps turning up and I guess all we can do, as you suggest is concentrate on life otherwise we fall into depression. -10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Wow, I like the simplicity in here contrasted with what you are attempting to do: telling Death he has the wrong address..'tonight it's life's turn'- so persuasive..(smile)