Dread

Fear the tap upon thy shoulder

Dread it more as ye grow older,

It will come, there's no escape

It bears a scythe, and dons a cape.












Entry for
Poe-etic Verse Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Charles Messina
18/2/2020. Placed 2nd.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2020

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Messina Avatar
March 4, 2020 at 6:33 AM
Now that I see the pic you incorporated along with this brilliant poem, I appreciate it even more. Great entry for my contest, Gary. Congratulations on your winning placement. All the best.. Charlie
Smith Avatar
March 4, 2020 at 10:22 AM
Thank you Charles. :)
Somadas Avatar
March 2, 2020 at 11:02 PM
Wonderful poetic expressions about death.. Congrats..
Smith Avatar
March 3, 2020 at 3:22 AM
Thank you Jenish. :)
Andresen Avatar
February 20, 2020 at 6:30 AM
... wooow ... no escape ... well done, Gary - Best wishes in the contest :) - hugs // Anne-Lise :)
Smith Avatar
February 20, 2020 at 7:45 AM
Thank you Anne-Lise. :)
Turner Avatar
February 18, 2020 at 7:57 PM
Love the rhyme, Gary. He may be unwelcome but not feared.
Smith Avatar
February 19, 2020 at 5:32 AM
Thank you Daniel. :)
Cunningham Avatar
February 18, 2020 at 6:48 PM
Hopefully not too soon, good one Gary. Good luck. Tom
Smith Avatar
February 18, 2020 at 6:55 PM
Thank you Tom. :)
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