Life And Death Poem by Sarina Henry
Life And Death
The ghost of a little boy
asked me to play
today
I asked his name
and he said
that the angels
called him Life
He asked my name
and I told him Death
I dressed myself in black
and Life cloaked himself in white
We ran outside
past Destruction
Past hope
past a well man
and one with a slit throat
We ran to the gates of heaven
and played all day
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