Death is biting at my heels
Like a mongrel that broke its chains,
Depart, you thief of cherished bones!
You've no right yet to my remains
Stifle your unwelcome chant,
Your song's outworn, and I reject it,
Of course, I know you'll change your tune
Some night when I least expect it
Then you'll give some lame excuse,
As any deceitful villain would,
Ramble on, vicious thief of life,
Though your prattle does me no good
You always win your battles,
By no regulations are you bound,
I'll object, but you'll still drag me
To your lair deep into the ground
Though despised by one and all,
Some cruel law has given you free reign
To decide when our broken bodies
Shall invade the earthworm's domain
And we must obey, we've no choice,
Not the bold, not the meek, nor the mild,
Indiscriminate is the soil,
Taking all..... man, woman and child
And when the last trumpet sounds,
Not a drop of mercy do you show,
Up you jump, eager to collect
All that's due you.... and down we go!
This is one I've not seen before, a poem from my once 'old friend' who so often has written fine poems about love, never having been loved, or lost love. Yes, give Death 'its due', whatever THAT is. ***** with best wishes always, bri : )
Nice one, Lora. A cleverly crafted piece, the rhythm and rhyming make this poem so easy to read. Defiantly mocking The Grim Reaper. You've certainly put him in his place, for the time being. Brought to mind one of Dylan Thomas' lines................ Rage, rage, rage against the dying of the light. Well done Lora.
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I would like to translate this poem
good poem