When the Bell Tolls
As I grow old and frail
feeble I am becoming
my body bones brittle
skin now hangs in folds
legs like sticks all bandy
I sense death he's closing in
soon he will wait no more
the stench tells it all
death my old friend
waiting in the wings
your grinning face
haunts my dreams
silently you wait
knowing I am yours
when the bell tolls
you will be the victor
and I? to dust return
Copyright © Shadow Hamilton | Year Posted 2013
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