When death came calling
she found me snoring
having found me thus
in the arms of her sis
she went out leaving
a note meant for calling
she said, call me when u're free
but as you can see, iam still writing
and will just keep her waiting
until i will to free myself from the clutches of life.
I love the thought in this poem...a good strong write...thank you so much for sharing it...Fi
I liked this poem and gave it a ten rating. How ever i think that the last verse 'until i will to be free. ' should probably sound better if it read ' until then, i will be free', or 'until then i shall remain free'. God bless all poets-MJG.
Our fate lies in the hands of the so called angel of death..thats he is the only one who knows when our time comes...beautiful poem. Thanks for sharing 10+++
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
keep living.. death is patient. nice poem.. a ten