Angel Of Death Poem by Allan James Saywell
Angel Of Death
He rode toward me at great pace
He smiled his wicked smile
He said- -are you ready poet
I replied - -no one is truly ready
I know I cant escape it
I cant obtain eternal youth
I am but a speck of dust
In the circular world
It will only be a long sleep
There will be no pain
I will know not a soul
There will be no shame
How can you torture a man with no body
Perhaps my stardust
Will float across the universe
Be born to another age
I will be a man of honour
There she will be waiting
A woman of another dream
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4/24/2024 2:46:28 PM # 1.0.0.1119
A very illuminating poem, love the rhythm, easy and steady, solid imagery also. Thank you for sharing it. RoseAnn