Death Comments

It's a shame death has to have it's boney chilling hand or finger in our pie of life just setting on our window sill of friends and loved ones. It seems the odor of life attracts this macabre spectre that is always on the hunt for new roadkill under his tires unending tread marks leading up to Heaven. This poem tells of your constant loss of loved ones so close in time together. Just remember that your memory of them keeps them with you and alive in your heart in days until the final tomorrow. Every one has had a loved one leave them earlier than wished in this limited time zone that God blesses us with-down here on planet earth. Cheer up-we'll meet our loved ones again up in Heaven and be in a tranquil peaced loving reunional sleep with the lord our God. This poem hit me in the sadness bone of mine heart. God bless and best regards-Mike Gale.

Death comes to all, it's the timing that will kill you...Excellent poem...Concept is capture and presented superbly...

Yikes, this is chilling but very well written.