James McLain

Gold Star - 57,759 Points (1958 - / From Tampa Florida And Still Living Near By)

To A Poet That's Near Death - Poem by James McLain

I in all my decadence,
It decides.
And near death,
On your black steed,
I would ride.

The poet in my youth,
I never was.
I cannot die, fair spring,
In the winter of my fall.

And to miss the Rose's
Grow,
That I will never have.

Oh, death can never wait,
For word's.
I have not said,
So as we pass,
There's nothing I can say,
To you, but smile.

Topic(s) of this poem: green


Comments about To A Poet That's Near Death by James McLain

  • Kim Barney (11/13/2016 6:31:00 PM)

    We never know when it is our time to go - - - but my father did. On a Saturday, he walked around the little town where he lived and told everyone goodbye. He told the postmistress he would never see her again. She said 'Oh, yes, you will! '
    He got sick the next day and died on Monday. He never saw her again.
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Poem Submitted: Sunday, November 13, 2016

Poem Edited: Monday, November 14, 2016


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