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The Visitor
A visitor came to me, in the middle of the night. His presence filled my soul with dread, t’was chilled three times with fright. A visitor came to me, from the other side. I lay so still upon my bed, wishing I could hide. This visitor who comes to me, doesn’t use the door. Tonight he’ll take a little bit, each night a little more. I used to be a child, each day went passing by. The child that I used to be, is gone without a cry. I remember in my youth, I was fast and strong. Now my strength is waning, reflexes almost gone. This visitor who comes to me, took my kids away. Turned them all into adults, to live good lives I pray. Sometimes the visitor comes to me, leaves grief that’s way too strong. Sometimes he takes so much away, I feel I can’t go on. He’s taken family with him, other loved ones too. It hurts to lose a loved one, cause they’re a part of you. He took my marriage with him, took it very slow. Took the love she had for me, left mine to wither so. Sometimes he takes too much from me, to the other side. Right now so much is finally gone, I wonder if I’ve died. This visitor also comes to you, from the other side. Each time he takes a little more, from him you cannot hide. copyright Tom Welch
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