I work in silence
I work with great noise
I cause many tears
I relieve all suffering
I am dreaded by most
I am sought by some
I often creep up slowly
No one escapes me
My work is constant
I have no holidays
War is not my friend
It makes me work too hard
I spend long weeks with some
Or even months or years
Others are instants never seen
Like a candle snuffed in a breeze
I break many hearts
I pass on great riches
Poverty often beckons
Some beg for my visit
For some whom I visit
Comes peace everlasting?
For others eternal damnation?
I know not for I have never died
I am Death
Enjoyed this poem so much I had to come back and read it again. But did you know that death can disguise itself as a butterfly? Please read my poem BUTTERFLY OF DEATH.
I break many hearts I pass on great riches Poverty often beckons Some beg for my visit A heartfelt poem where ultimate solace seems to be death.Well expressed. Well done Col Muhammad Khalid Khan
The Personified Death seems to stand before us giving a self introduction! Without exaggeration or hyperbole, you have presented Death in a very realistic manner! Simple but sweet poem! Enjoyed!
The day may come when I seek you but right now I am very unhappy about some of the friends you have gathered. Darlene has given me this chance to speak to you. If you are making these choices, then shame upon you. Think before you strike you wretched thing. ...... Thanks, luv Old Dad
favorite lines so far: “Others are instants never seen Like a candle snuffed in a breeze” …………….really NOT nice, but in a nice way…. if ya know what I mean. MORE favorites: “I know not for I have never died I am Death” ……………….. of course I like/’love’ them all; the poem lines I mean. the part about Death working too hard sometimes, sounds familiar. have I already read this? let me see. well, it looks like I did NOT, but some of my friends and Showcase contributors have! :) bri to MyPoemList for sure! ! ! hurricane bring N.C. landscapers any special business?
For some whom I visit Comes peace everlasting? For others eternal damnation? I know not for I have never died. o wonderful way of describing death. it touched me. how true! how true! soooo nice thank you.
This is a great poem...And such a wonderful irony...Death cannot relate to his own work....So human, human indeed.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I am so pleased to read this poem. Death is a great healer and a savior, thus, it is a man's true friend and not an enemy.