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Stings of Death

Quicker than a peep of life, death lobs in the street- Of life, to cease cuteness with alarming sobs. As pigs rootle for truffles, so it's courier prowls to - Sting aged - rich and poor, even infants fostering, Amidst all our pleasures, our best men it jabs In the crypts their bones in sullen hills it slabs In depth or vlei, it sadly trails without heaving - In drab faded curtains of despair howled, clanging None ever got used to its sternly - callous stabs Yet conjurers mourn upshots of it's dismaying jabs "It's too early Death, why pierce us without warning" There may shudder, but hope will affirm revering, To a divine home where life is lived on the hog Where spasms of loss will shutter, O' poor death nabbed. :m.nash

Copyright © | Year Posted 2019

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Date: 10/10/2019 7:30:00 AM
''None ever got used to its sternly - callous stabs'' Nash Great poem Nash. Death is cruel,its sting got no respect for age,colour,creed It fiercely rides on the wings of greed ...but at the end we shall sing with glee ...oh death where is thy sting? Herbert
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Date: 1/9/2020 8:25:00 AM
So true. Thanks for the read!