Death Takes Its Toll Poem by Tony Adah

Death stares sternly
On the brow of a helpless band of men
And a frightened gaggle of women
It litters a thousand graves
In our homes
And sow sorrow in the hearts
Already broken by loss

The destined are wont to go
And never coming back
To say how cold
Or warm the grave might be
Our graves they say
Are our resting places
And I wonder the use
Of my well dressed bed
Dressed cute waiting for a ghost?

Loathesome death
Thy word silent and solemn
Is final on the infant
Much as the young man
Oftentimes thy decrees
Forget the old trembling with age
And of what use
Is a trembling age
To a working world?