Around the Corner
A vile visage has been there since ages ago,
Around the corner, scythe in hand, waiting.
He knows life’s course must take me there
On a one-way journey I have been evading.
I cannot know when I must make the turn,
But age and health offer foreboding clues.
His countless clones harrow other corners
Waiting to collect mortality’s final dues.
A heart flutter reminds me of the corner.
Bone and blood perceive what is inevitable.
The finality that awaits is only a step away—
A chilling specter that’s gravely regrettable.
Copyright © Paul Schneiter | Year Posted 2014
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