Death Never Quells
Through age and infirmity,
my voice cries loud
With feelings still timeless,
eyes not to cloud
The Reaper waits patient,
his claim has been filed
From outside he savors,
inside I smile
The music has changed,
with my heart still in step
My vision most clear,
no lens to correct
As days take their toll,
on what’s left of this shell
What spirit embodies,
—death never quells
(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2017)
Copyright © Kurt Philip Behm | Year Posted 2017
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