Poem -
Death’s Advice
Death has knocked on my door many times, so often we actually became quite good friends.
And although we haven’t met in quite some time, our last visit Death made it very clear.
It won’t be me that takes your life, but that decision will be yours.
Death has knocked on my door many times, so often we actually became quite good friends.
And although we haven’t met in quite some time, our last visit I heard Death’s advice crystal clear.
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Quite deep for a tragicomi Rob I'd say...sometimes a preoccupation with one's own death becomes a macabre comfort ...of sorts...hugs x
I don’t disagree, this came to me while pondering my mission to quit abusing alcohol. I’ve cut back a ton but I can remember hundreds of times of being blackout drunk in last 13 years while traveling all over the U.S for work and escaping bad decisions every time . All of those risks I took came at my own hands, not anyone else’s including Death’s.
Dicing with death, I have done this in my late teens I was ruthless. I get what your meaning here. You were making the reapers job easy by living on the edge. It’s a clever write
Exactly, way to easy. Perfect interpretation Gwen. I’m glad you enjoyed.