Death
Death is seldom seen for what it is,
A necessary part of life;
Our appointment waits on the horizon,
And the slower our steps become the nearer it gets;
For as a stream appears swiftest as it forms the rapids,
So is life after passing its prime;
If there is a moral to this, it is,
Don't slow down to look back,
The steps you hear are not bearing gifts!
Copyright © Tom Wright | Year Posted 2010
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