Death's Chariot - Poem by Dennis Go
Death's chariot overtakes
The travails of living.
I kindly stop and wait awhile
For it to take me willingly.
I called for it to halt.
'Could you give me a lift? '
'You, a tenant, must first pay dues.'
Says its rider. 'Then I'll give lift.'
Solemnly, it goes on...
The rider black, and all.
'Why deny my request? ' Says I.
'Me, a lonely wanderer, alone? '
Nevertheless I still tread
This road where death's headed.
Thinking about destinations
Till fate takes me there.
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