Poem -

" DEATH "

" DEATH "

Death, sit's there, on my left side...........waiting
Patiently painting
The shadowy area's of my fear
And in it's diligence
I find frustration a friggin' concern
For Death does not waver
Or even deepen
It just haunts my soul with it's
Stoicism
And I'm always aware of it's presence
For
Wherever I go
It sit's there.............on my left side
Waiting
To deliver it's parcel
And make me
Sign for it......

Tony Taylor   (Chicago)


 

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Devon La Porte

T love this poem whether you fear death or not it is with you no matter what, wherever you go. "To deliver it's parcel
And make me
Sign for it......" awesome line great write.

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Tony Taylor

Thanks brother D!!.........glad you liked it..........something we all gotta deal with............for me, it's just off to the left..........not frightening...........just..........waiting..............appreciate it Devon............ttyl..........  T  xx

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Tony Taylor

Thanx Ricardo!!........I really appreciate it my friend.........I DID have fun with this write..........very cool that it got some feedback!.,............thanx again brother.............smiles.............T  xx

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