He Poem by Alyssa Rieper

He



I wake in the morning, all ready to go
But where ever I am, he’ll be there, I know
I’ll paint a picture, say not a word
He lingers behind every silence is heard
I can talk to a friend where no one’s around
But he is there, he considers me found
I kneel to pray where I am at
And he will walk by, tipping his hat
I can eat and drink and live my life
He kicks up his feet and plays with his knife
I make this poem, nothing I hide
And there you will find him, right by my side
I pray to God and get in bed
And he plants a kiss right on my head
He is everywhere, counting time through
Waiting the time… Death waits for you

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