Death and I are not good friends

Death by Andrea Kirkby CC by nc
Photo: “Death” Andrea Kirkby CC by nc

Death and I are not good friends

I hate it when a story ends

Too soon and finite silence smothers

Echoes of laughter and love.

 

Death and I are not good friends

Not now, not when there are  twists and bends

I’ve yet to explore with my dear man

And so much joy to revel in.

 

Death and I are not good friends

Yet its shadow slowly extends

And chills us as we strive for warmth

As we walk this strange, straight path.

 

Perhaps some far off aged day

When my spark of life has turned to grey

I’ll welcome death and its cool black shade.

And sink into its soft, still depths.

 

But right now

Death and I are not good friends.

 

Poem (c) Kerry Johnson 2015

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