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Each Night He Heard Steps Of Death's Forward Guard
   (Stand Back, I Got This One His Muse Cried)

He was now old, ancient, older than dirt
even his tired bones ached, everything hurt.
Those bad dreams, on and on they swiftly came
horrible images of he hobbled and lame!

What cursed ravages Time and Fate had wrought
now still alive, he knew his soul was caught.
Gone are days of living, sweet love and joy
small relief found, dreaming he was a boy.

Each night he heard steps of death's forward guard
enduring such fear, living was too hard!
Yet try as he may, no remedy was found
soon he would be planted in cold hard ground!

Dawn, into that long dark shadow he fell
with one foreboding thought, Heaven or Hell?

Robert J. Lindley, 4-16-2017

Syllables Per Line: 10 10 10 11 10 10 10 10 10 10 11 10 0 10 10
Total # Syllables: 142
Total # Words: 114

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I chose to write a dark and sad sonnet about old age and facing death...
Well actually my muse chose (not I), I was just too tired to fight her and just wise enough to let her take control for a change..
Upon completion, I turned to give her my sincere thanks.

I found that she had quickly far away fled
I found a rather interesting note instead
Here is the truth and best of it that I read
for these informative words she said
I hope soon into that dark shadow you step
so many a year now, I have grieved and wept
As my host you have given me great grief
your passing shall me gift me my relief
I wrote those verses giving me comfort and joy
to me you are just a sad and broken old toy
When into that shadow you may soon fall
I hope you crash into that giant fiery ball
Now leave me be, I want to take a long break
you are a cantankerous old man I forsake
Now folks, fear not, this note has often been read
wrote each of the hundreds of times she has fled
Later she comes back with words mellow and sweet
with presents and bowing while washing my feet
I forgive her each time and onward we race
I can not resist her lips, that beautiful face.

ALL WRITTEN WITH IMAGINATION AND LOADS OF POETIC LEEWAY....
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