Poem -
Death Rises
The hand withered away, no longer strong, fingers frail
No longer fair, no one to care, only death shall rise
In the darkness, in the deep of the earth, now lay your head
Hear the sound of the crawling earthworms, the sound of the crickets
Where sadness lay, the tears have filled the soil with moisture
Now we must know that life is too short lived, where we once fled
Our eyes still open, but deep is the darkness of the crime among men
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Hey Nancy,Â
Wonderfully deep poem my dear friend and crime against man, most definitely, does this majestic thief set the tone in his, remorseful, selfish and for keeps, game of play...For his own personal playground, is one, that will be eventually visited by all but never to want to stay, by none.....Loved this poem, Nancy...Jim
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Jimmy- So good to hear from you, and always appreciate your sincere comments, thanks so much and take care.
Nancy
Hey Nancy!!.......well written conceptualization here......you know I love your stuff........I'm a little taken aback by the title..........but I'm totally into the evolution of life and this Metaphysical subject matter.......wonderfully delivered (as usual)...........smiles...........TÂ xxÂ
Tony- Thanks so much, glad to hear from you and congratulations on VIP, and Ambassador, etc.................
I know the title is a bit much! lol, but crime unfortunately a risen, and we just need to pray it goes away.
Take Care,
Nancy xx