Death

He comes with grim finality
With no qualms, takes the toll.
All prayers shelved desolately,
Cutting off Life is his call.

He comes uninvited but on time,
Never missed a job to do.
Some may leave before their prime,
But he doesn't explain to me or you.

Even age to him is no barrier,
He comes as swift as the wind.
His venue can be anywhere,
Our finite contract to rescind.

Ways of termination vary,
In sleep or in disastrous ways,
In war or in a monstrous spree
He speaks finale to our days.

Copyright~~~ Cynthia Buhain Baello~~~04.20.13



Copyright ~~~ Cynthia Buhain Baello~~~04.19.13

Reviews

[Pax]

the divinity of deat's ways ~ well expressed!

[cynthiabuhainbaello]

Thank you Pax.