Death Ringer Poem by Pen Anthony

Death Ringer



Up there
Down here
Wherever he is
Is he even there?

Seated next to the phone
Waiting for our numbers
When he rings do we always answer
Are our close shaves with death
Missed calls from the death ringer

Saturday, February 20, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: life
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
READ THIS POEM IN OTHER LANGUAGES
Close
Error Success