The Corridor of Deaths DecayA Poem by jdwhelan
Through the wooden door
Down a cold cold corridor Footsteps on the floor Stepping over the poor In search for even more What are you looking for What will you do When time comes looking for you All your wants All your haves The spirit doesn`t need For the blood no longer bleeds The blood no longer bleeds One kind word One good deed This is how we sow the seed Touch a hand..dry a tear Alleviate someones fear This is how we show we care And through the wooden door In this cold cold corridor We see there is nothing more As we fall through the floor To an empty empty core As the spirit starts to roar So live everyday In a caring loving way With kind words to say And the spirit will repay By stopping your decay In the corridor of deaths delay © 2013 jdwhelan |
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