Tuesday, August 18, 2009

DEATH

Like a thief,
Either day or night,
It comes,
Without ,warning.

Respects no class,
Respects no age,
It has been there,
From the beginning of time

No asking,
No warning,
Whether ready or not,
You are gone.

It asks for no ransom,
Gives you no time,
Waits in the shadows,
Like the devil with a snare.

This is the debt,
All men must pay.

©thelma migue, 2009

2 comments:

  1. it doesn't matter who we are and what we are....in death we are all equal.....

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