Death Called Poem by Spanner Thegob

Death Called
and the spirit left as a whisper on a breeze.
I did not hear it,
But I do not fear it,
after all death, its just a state of mind,
Old age
custodian of wisdom and experience,
Please!
be gentle to an old friend,
And Let mine be a peaceful end
Death's door,
Let it open while i sleep
To Quietly Cross into the light
No stone to mark a quiet grave,
No flowers,
just earth,
and sky,
and final rest.
the final breath,
expelled As eternal slumber embraces the night,
The wind whispers,
and spirits live on in memories and tears.


Let me rest in lonely ground