His Darkened Throne Poem by Patti Masterman
His Darkened Throne
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.
Wednesday, September 7, 2011
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5/9/2024 10:43:16 AM # 1.0.0.1119
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