Ole Friends Poem by Tobbie WhiteBird Crowe

Death and I are old friends;
I have walked alone
Silent in the dawn,
And I have walked with him

Death and I are old friends;
We often talk awhile.
Me of us on this side
And he of him alone.

Death and I are old friends;
I do not fear his touch.
I've often asked to go along
To ride his silent horse.

Death and I are old friends;
He only smiles at me.
He knows the door is closed to me
And forbidden is the key.

Death and I are old friends;
I've seen his shadow grow
Seen it touch the one's I love,
And leave me all alone.

Death and I are old friends;
Of him I'm often jealous.
But he is never angry
He knows his time will end.

(1975)