They paced the room as restless
As an untamed wind -
As the old Sycamore swayed
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Theo.... Allie said it all.... a stunner. t x
This is a highly original expression of a subject dear to many a poet's heart. You have painted a landscape of death into which your grim reaper steals without passion. A sombre poem with an essentially optimistic spirit. Great write. love, Allie xxxx
Death is inevitable! Old or young, rich or poor, healthy or sick, lettered or unlettered, great or small, tall or short death makes no distinction! When the time comes, death visits! If one can know that time, he is no human being!
Tara and alli, Thank you both for your very sweet comments. Am so sorry that i am just now getting around to reading. has been a hectic year! God Bless. Theo