Death's Shadow

Deaths shadow waits with silent arms from birth he grasps the night of silent charms Each day of life but one, with less to share, death grasps the night of silent charms We laugh we play we step with eye's of joy we grasp our life and play with childrens toys he waits with silent charms with age come's twisted back's forgotten joy he waits with open arms for your caress The shadow of the night you didn't miss the walker waiting in the silent mist I do not worry Death the doorway to a better life if God exists then heavans wait's with arms of love but then perhaps no thoughts a silent mind no more to think with nothing on your mind Heavan or nothing what's to worry No mind no thought no problem To us, a death is doom and gloom, to God it's just a door that leads to home The gift of God is love his joy awaits heavans home of joy awaits his thrown my love awaits the midnight hour when time demands my shadows flight. Perhaps in life the fear of death can rule your home and cause a rift Yet what have we to fear my friend a life in heavan or it ends.