Death Stalks - Poem by Andy Brookes
A turn of the screw, a tap of the nail
walking along at the pace of a snail.
stick it makes a third leg, helps me along,
no longer agile, no longer strong.
taking off the label, so can't see what's inside,
going to the stable, a high horse for to ride.
think it's just the surface no it's deeper than the sea
what you're now looking at, no one else can see.
I know winter's coming, makes my blood run cold,
looking in the mirror, knowing I am old.
death he dogs my footsteps, closer by the hour
I'll greet him as a friendly face, I will not hide or cower.
no regrets on leaving except just one or two
one of them my lovely is, I'll soon leaving you.
when I'm gone and buried, deep in earthly grave,
please don't grieve to deeply and try to be brave.
what is left of me that's not in heaven, up with God above,
will always be here with you and that will be my love.
(I don't usually like to write in rhyme but sometimes the muse makes me, she's a hard taskmaster, so I have to comply and where this poem came from in anyone's guess. You'll have to ask her)
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