When you become old
Sleep lies much closer to death
Death's angel is always close by
Waiting for a chance to steal your next breath
A few breaths stolen
And he might start rowing you home then
The seas so smooth, you'll never see
His darkened throne under the water.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Old age has some strange visitors for sure, good to stay away from deep water....ha, ha... Nice tribute poem.... I like it a lot Jim Troy