Valsa George Poet Verse

Death

Death prances close to my door. 
While I sleep blissfully in sweet repose,
It may sneak into my room without warning.
How foolish I am to gloat over my possessions
As it comes to take me empty handed

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Bill Baker March 29, 2022 at 2:11 PM I was in a play in high school, "You Can't Take It With You". You're poem is filled with truth. Bill

Michelle Faulkner March 24, 2022 at 2:49 PM Yes, death will take you empty handed, possessions do not mean much in the end, very wise

Jennifer Proxenos March 22, 2022 at 2:17 AM You are a true philosopher and a mighty clever one also. We are born and die the latter being the sadder but a reality of life . A fave for me. Hugs and blessings Jennifer

Debra L Brown March 20, 2022 at 6:43 PM Valsa, you can't take it with you. Well Written. Blessings ~ Debra

Gershon Wolf March 20, 2022 at 4:33 PM Wise words, Valsa. Creatively penned message: 'You can't take it with you!' ~ Voice from Below

Tom Cunningham March 20, 2022 at 1:04 PM So true Valsa, we come into the world with nothing and will leave the same way. Tom

Vijay Pandit March 20, 2022 at 11:56 AM So true! We tend to focus on wrong things when alive. Well said, Valsa.

Rico Leffanta March 20, 2022 at 11:29 AM As we can see from Ukrainian refugees, even a suitcase filled with treasure is left behind when the Grim Reaper swings his scythe! Aloha!

Victor Buhagiar March 20, 2022 at 10:37 AM I can feel death very near. You give us a lesson to remember. Hugs.