Shadow On The Bus - Poem by Benjamin Feliciano
I sat beside Death on the bus today.
He seemed friendly enough, for a stranger,
But appeared rather busy.
On his lap, a New York Times
And in his ear, a blue tooth.
He wore a yellow scarf,
Knitted for him by a friend.
And lackadaisically sipped coffee,
From a cup that had no end.
He appeared not quite impatient,
But hurried nonetheless.
For as sure as life keeps going,
So continues death.
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