Death?
The world demands an opinion of me.
Chews me and spits me out with nothing left in me.
after I’ve given my all, the very best of me.
After the youth in my days has been sucked out and all that remains is but a vacuum.
When the whips of gravity have me shoulders drooping
When the sun’s beam has my ebony back tanned!
When all that remains of my teeth are the gums that held them there.
When my dame clings no more to my shoulder
When the morning won’t shower it’s mist no more!
When I am the last that speaks my tongue.
When the world has beaten this earth suit to pulp and the day comes when no other day shall break!
My eyes dim with much seeing
The river of this earthly existence to no more flow!
The world spits me out saying…
‘Rest old man, we’ve had the best of you!’
Breathing its last, my tent lies down.
Then has my life begun…
Then has my beatless heart with a new life been lavished
All of heaven awaits my entry
Death just the messenger to usher me into newness!
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