In a dream came a stranger
all in black and smiling.
And foolish trust compelled me,
and I said enter friend,
and did not turn to see,
but only heard
the whistle of the scythe.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
And foolish trust compelled me Great line Barry I dreamt last week I was at my own funeral And no one could see me
Spooky dream. When death does come we have no choice but to let him in. This little poem was another one I wrote many years ago.