Death and I are old friends;
I have walked alone
Silent in the dawn,
And I have walked with him
Death and I are old friends;
We often talk awhile.
Me of us on this side
And he of him alone.
Death and I are old friends;
I do not fear his touch.
I've often asked to go along
To ride his silent horse.
Death and I are old friends;
He only smiles at me.
He knows the door is closed to me
And forbidden is the key.
Death and I are old friends;
I've seen his shadow grow
Seen it touch the one's I love,
And leave me all alone.
Death and I are old friends;
Of him I'm often jealous.
But he is never angry
He knows his time will end.
(1975)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem