Casey Bruce Poet Monorhyme

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.

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