Old Bones
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This poem was written in 1997 and languished in drawers and on hard drives until I self-published it in Around My World in Eighty Poems (Amazon KDP) in 2020.
Old Bones
Now listen while I tell you of a fella that you’ll meet,
Who is older still than even time could be.
His grin is kinda big and kinda straight and kinda white -
Kinda threatening – a mite unsavoury.
When it comes your time to meet him, it’ll only be the once ;
You will never ever get another chance.
He will meet you sorta quickly and there won’t be time to chat -
He’ll go by and won't give you a second glance.
He meets everyone eventually, no matter how they dodge.
There just ain't no evading that old grin.
Prince or pauper, nice or nasty, makes no difference anyhow,
Be you virtuous or live a life of sin.
So if one day you see him and you think his timing's out,
Don't kick up a fuss or sing a sorry song.
It’s a fact that when your time’s up he'll come beckoning to you:
Old Bones is never even slightly wrong.
Copyright © Brian K. Bilverstone | Year Posted 2022
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