Word From a Cemetery
Death followed my footsteps softly behind
More invisible than air could be,
I convinced myself like you do so now
Its chasing another but not me.
I hurried on with my pretentious chores
Glancing at gravestones of all those dead,
How gullible was I to think that death
Would find some other not me instead.
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Copyright © Amar Agarwala | Year Posted 2017
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