Patient DeathA Poem by MichaelBe careful -you mortal souls my powers you cannot know I wait. You toil and work, stupidly your time-marked days slipping away I wait. Sooner or later, they are the same to me you choose, either will do I wait. Among you I stand, but you see me not Here I am, still you do not see I wait. Be you beggar-man or saint that is how you judge the world, not I I wait. Think me evil? Someday you’ll call me friend ‘till then, I’ll wait. © 2011 Michael |
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1 Review Added on September 12, 2011 Last Updated on September 12, 2011 Tags: Death, Human Nature AuthorMichaelBeaufort, SCAboutWinner of the 2007 Espy Award for light verse. My quote for life: "Poets my not change the world, but we do start the quiver in the snow that grows into the avalanche of change. That is enough f.. more..Writing
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