Lingering
Lingering
Death, it lingers, just out of sight
Like a cold, lonely shadow in the dark of the night
We want to ignore it, but try as we might
Death, it still lingers.
Death, it lingers, and we turn our face
In hopes that it's wrong and not bound for our place
But, alas, there it stands, in its own little space
Death, it still lingers.
Death, it lingers, and can't be outrun
Finally arriving like a last setting sun
Whether young or old when our time is done
Death, it still lingers.
Death, it lingers, but make no mistake
There's nothing to add and nothing to take
When Death comes a'knocking and us it does shake
Death, it still lingers.
Death, it lingers, as we live our life
And it comes to remind us it's sharp as a knife
As one day it will pull us from all of the strife
Death, it still lingers.
Death, it lingers, but don't live in fear
Because it's always around and always quite near
It just there to remind us of what's the most dear
As Death, it still lingers
Copyright © Tim Daniel | Year Posted 2018
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