Old Friends

 

Decades ago

In a different time

A younger man was I.

 

Nothing scared me

For invincible I believed

Myself to be.

 

Taking upon myself

The weight of the world

Never wanting to fail.

 

Fighting for the rights

Of everyone

Old and young.

 

Coming close to Death one day

He so liked me he

Let me go.

 

Saying that for my good deeds

He would let me live for years

Yet to beware.

 

For if I was to grow tired

Of every person I would meet

He would come for my soul.

 

Now here I am waiting

Sitting

For he will come.

 

People are so ignorant

That I can not wait

When death arrives.

 

I will go running

For this world

Is no more.

 

So now I just wait

My old friend Death

He will come.

Reviews

[Gary H]

I feel rather like Chloe having read your last 'looking forward to death' poem a few minutes ago. Is this a current obsession or project for you?
When you feel you are no longer going to continue these thoughts I would be interested if you put all the poems into a mixing pot and produced one epic from all of them - thats a challenge for you!

[James Watts]

This was a nice piece. Nice flow...moved at a fluid pace. Good work.

[Karma]

And yet somehow I find myself in a similar situation, Good job my friend

[Nicole (Carpe Diem)]

very nicely written... sad ending ... tradgic really... there is more out there than just waiting for death to come..

[Chloe..Across the Unive..]

ok, whats up? lol .. the last poem i read now this one.. hope it is clowning only lol

nice writing, joey..

Chloe
xoxo