The Hooded ManA Poem by jonathanjaimeDeath comes unexpectedly. =)I was walking down the road "You be careful", I was told Nobody knows, even the bold When one will be touched by the hand so cold.
"He's a hooded man Sometimes he's there, sometimes he's gone. He touches with a sword, sometimes with a gun But he makes sure his work is done.
He's weak when there is hope He's strong when you succumb to dope When you are jubilant he says 'nope' A joyous heart he can't cope
But you see he has his ways Sometimes he leads you astray It' harder to get you at day So he waits until you're grey."
And so I said "I fear the name Why such a reputation and fame? Are we so lame to be just pawns in his game?"
"Do not fear the name or shiver so low He is neither friend nor foe Just be prepared when the clock begins to slow and Death comes and says 'it's time to go'." © 2013 jonathanjaimeFeatured Review
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StatsAuthorjonathanjaimeLegazpi City, 5, PhilippinesAboutI am biology professor at a local university. Although my inclination to science is huge, I still find literature to be one of my undying passion. I find reading stories, poems and essays entertaining.. more..Writing
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