Death stands by his closet dressing.
He checks his date book. Twice.
Death dresses in black like a cat burglar,
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It is well written and light in comparison to its topic—perhaps this is the other reason why I like it; thank you!
Dear Martha, You are right what I feel yes, death is our shadow always accompany us.I really love this poem.
Martha-Death is to us how we live and relate to death-fine imagery, I especially liked the 'wedding white' which resonsates in so well with 'ones so weary'. Your contemplative nature shines through your work. Phillip
very nice poem darling