After Death Hath Cometh 'fore Ye { For A Friend } - Poem by Frank James Ryan Jr (FjR)
In separate worlds live surfeit minds,
disagreement veiled by assumptive snap -
to judgement, by minds of stone
and pride that Webster labels fatuous.
But trust me, as you surely know-
that all of this will someday pass away,
as so will you and I...dear friend,
and when that someday comes
ther'll be nil time for wood and nails
in mending broken fences that-
for years we've swung and struck to shard,
and shavings, just to share the job
of cleaning up the dust and attitudes
that paints a fence of black and blue,
a gaunt and sullen ambience
that fills the air about us stenched
mundungusly, like old cigars
at pool halls with a second floor
with whores that never close.
For the only gauge when Death does rap
upon our doors, and steals our breath
is how we were perceived in Life,
by those we held in high respect,
how people weigh our good and bad
while kneeling on the pew
before our boxes...yes,
you and me...my friend,
chattering amongst themselves
in corners by the yellowed torchere lamps.
Will we be seen as men of character
or Iscariots in business and loyalties?
Yet, in the scheme of where we'll lay to rest
with all of they who think themselves
better than they ever were,
does it really matter what they think,
or what we think of they
when Death doth cometh 'fore ye.
20014-All rights reserved
Frank James Ryan Jr. / FjR
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Death does rap upon our doors, and steals our breath. Everything gained in material world we leave behind and go. Dignity of friendship and respect create history as resolve and memory. Excellent poem is nicely penned...10
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This pensive and intuitive write tells the reader that death is the ultimate arbiter and we need build bridges and heal old wounds because tomorrow may be too late After all death is but a heart beat away Great piece with some memorable images and beautiful pacing enjoyed thanks