We Know Him

We Know Him

A Poem by Lanaia Lee
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something we wish that wasn't

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Each of us whether we like it or not at one time or another we must meet face to face with this dreaded foe
He doesn't care whom he touches, skin color, class, status, rich or poor, he could care less
You can't hide from him, he will find you whereever you decide to go
No one has ever escaped him, no one has ever passed his test.
 
Whether you are dressed in your Sunday bests or just clothes of leisure, if he visits you, he just doesn't care
He pays no attention to whom you are, celebrity or just a plain ordinary man
He doesn't favor any one, he could care less, no one ever said his choices are considered to be fair
With all our advanced technology, his most dreaded visit, we have no way to ban.
 
Be it in the vast black of darkness, or the brilliance of the warm sun light
He doesn't care, when he is ready to visit you, he will always be there
Making sure from his grasp, you do not escape, his grasp, he will make sure it is very tight
When he visits, he doesn't invite you, he just takes you to his dark unending lair.
 
No need to fool yourself, when he is ready for you, there is no getting away
You can't bargain with him, when he makes up his mind, it is you that he wants
When he knocks at your door, everyone wants to say," Go way, I don't want to come out and play"
Through out one's life, the thought of his arrival, most of us this thought during life, it will always haunt.
 
No where to run, no where to hide, when he is ready, he will always find you, no matter where you may hide
No bargaining, no pleading, it will fall on deaf ears, there is no way to change his mind
If you are make then you are a bride groom, female, of coarse you will be a bride
He makes no exceptions, if he chooses you, no matter where you are, you he will find.
 
Since the dawn of mankind, he waits in the shadows waiting just for the right time to make his dreaded debut
It is really sad, we all know when he comes from him, from him we can't run, there is no escape
No way to get away from him, in this matter are choices are less than few
We know him as death, the dreaded grim reaper visits us all in his black hood and cape.
 
 
 

 

© 2008 Lanaia Lee


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Lanaia Lee
Lanaia Lee

burlington, NC



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