Death - Be Gentle Poem by Paul Warren

The Angel of Death so close up ahead
I touched my face as my breath kisses the dead
Your black flowing robe gives you away
As I have heard others beg to further stay

In your careful plan that can't be unwritten
Are you ever touched by those you have smitten
Remember us please when you make your call
For we are fragile even when gathered one and all

And please remember when you come for us
Be as gentle as you can is my final plea without a fuss

© Paul Warren Poetry