Poem for Death

May 13th, 2018by Browknee

I see the scythe
wanting it to come closer
knowing my day will come
I ponder

who will mourn
who will cry
who will follow in my footsteps
and who will simply
not bat an eye

people are confusing
they say one thing
but think the other
once my friend
now a stranger

what will they do
when the farmer strikes
and takes me away

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