Deathcomes
I used to be
Wild and carefree
My world was filled with glee.
I was busy being me
Thought it would always be
The same as it was, you see.
Oh, to be young and free
Would simply be grand for thee
From troubles I would never flee.
Now old as can be
I can hardly see
And it hurts every time that I pee.
Now death comes for me
I am sad to see
That his face looks just like me.
Copyright © Casey Bruce | Year Posted 2017
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