Not long ago in ancient time
It seemed so fine to bide in mime
As illness wrecked an image true
So saintly filled was twilight's hue
An angry man in days gone by
Beleaguered whence in all he tried
As silver bounced on arrayed cue
He wondered why and where the rue
She wept about in sequeled gaze
For all she knew was feathered haze
Some questions asked no answer came
In queried thought her stance to name
For all who came and asked to know
How this strong man came by to now
It stood by light the reason why
How death came calling by and by
In later years when tears had dried
It came to life what had been lied
The man had lived a life so named
His precious thoughts so well and tamed
He had been told he'd live to rule
To teach and preach and run a school
And this was life when death came calling
His reasoning failed as he fell falling
Death comes calling like a guest, but leaves behind sorrow till we rest! Beautiful poem done with soft brush strokes.
A fantastic write. It gives complete picture as a meaningful one and thought provoking.
A beautiful poem in rhymes...........Yes death is the cup bearer of our wine.........
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
yeah cool.. u rhymm so well..wonderfull peom