Death Ushers Us Away
'Tis a mystery when death will come
but come it will, and rue the day
that darkly laden hour and it's reckoning.
And whether unforeseen, or by degrees
in the midst of life, or from ravages of age
our souls will thus depart
our bodies decay.
A nemesis of the living, death crouches
like a prowling panther, ready to strike
and we, yet unaware, are its prey.
Death licks its thirsty chops
it plans and plots, to take us
without delay.
Oh, hear those melancholy notes death plays
disrupting the beautiful melodies of life
discordant sounds that bring great strife
demanding to bring us
to an abrupt end.
But, for a brief span in time
we stand and sing our debut song
each soul brings music to be played
in this grand symphony we call life.
Then the final stanza comes
the part when death enters in
to usher us to our final end
to a place far away
from the living.
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