Old DeathA Poem by Cass AsheHe's on his way to carry us away On the road where every long life lay. Walking and wandering through and from Where the breeze passes through trees with a hum Finding croaking frogs and flint black felines Slinking through tall hemlocks and spiny pines. Upon this path all of our souls travel Until the old Death takes to unravel. Walking there the life essence of mankind In with the benevolent woods to find New grassy paths to traverse on our own Into this one life by the soul self sewn. The old harbinger will outstretch his hand Drawing what he sees out into the sand. Each soul will never know he is present Except when their backs are so old and bent. When the sandy picture is lost to tide Then the sad soul will to old Death confide. Nothing more can be said and nothing done When Death finds a soul with the setting sun. Orange tinted waves showing the good time Spent in a life treated ever more sublime. He will watch with the soul, hearing all tales, Every story, the successes and fails. Joyfully recalling the long lost years Giddy eyes of the soul soon fill with tears That carve into woes of missed chances Of gone promises and one-time dances. Wrapped warm and close in embrace of old Death He'll whisper a caring nostalgic breath: "You lived a life beautiful and loved deep So let go of your worries when you weep. Let your joy be great and get rid of fears And let me help you cry away your tears. Come, let us walk along this sandy isle For together we'll recollect awhile." With this, he'll release the soul from hold And when every wish of life is told, Soul and old Death will walk the ocean pass Next to gradient shells and long green sea grass. At the end of the stretch Death will let go The soul to float off in golden sun glow. The sun will set in lavender twilight Old Death watching life go into the night.
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StatsAuthorCass AsheNHAboutThere is no lasting definition of me, as I am endlessly seeking to grow and change as a person, but feel free to call me whatever you desire, as my pen name is only that- a pen name. My poetry is a re.. more..Writing
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