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 black 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 ending.
But, for a brief span in time, we sing our debut song
each soul brings music to be heard and played
in this grand symphony we call life
until the last stanza, when death enters in
to usher us to our final destination
to a place far away from the living.
Written on 5/16/2018
Copyright © Laura Leiser | Year Posted 2018
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