YOUR ONLY FRIEND
Out of the night she's called for you
and raised you from a restless sleep
into the life you're going through,
into the life you can not keep.
She's known by all, her name is Death,
you see her, then you realize,
she is your very final breath
and you have seen it in her eyes.
You look again, to clear your head
but truth is truth, and now you know,
your book is finished, it is read,
and now it's time to go.
So long you wondered who she was
if she would ever be a friend,
but now you see the love she does,
and it is there beyond your end.
She whispers all the things you've done
and sings them in her song
each rising star, each setting sun,
it all played out, but played out wrong.
And there is nothing here for you,
so welcome her, she is your end,
and go to where you must go to
to know sweet Death, your only friend.
© ron wilson aka Vee Bdosa the Doylestown Poet