Apocalypse Poetry: Death Comes for Us All
On a perfect day in June
Death only moments away
The old man sitting on the park bench
Began to pray
.
Along came a man
All skin and bones,
Begging for a helping hand
He had nowhere to call home
He approached the old man
With need in his eyes.
“The old timer said
Ask me a question
And I’ll tell you no lies.”
“Old timer please
My brothers are dying
Can you tell me how to beat death?
So mama will stop crying?”
The old man smiled
And shook his weary head,
“Son death only comes
For those meant to be dead”
“So you’re telling me there’s no hope?
Is there nothing I can do?
Old timer you helped those other men!
Why don’t I matter to you.”
The old timer replied
With sincerity in his eyes,
“I said if you ask me a question,
I will tell you no lies.”
The man of skin and bones
Pulled the old timer to his face
The old timer looked down
Bowing his head in disgrace
“Son I’m sorry,
Death is something you can’t cheat.
It comes for all of us
When our time is complete”
“Please give up this quest
To bring back the dead.
Let the dying rest in peace
Let them rest their weary heads”
“Old timer you are cruel,
I’ll find my answers without you,
Go on and help your friends
And I will do what I must do”
“Young man you have been warned
Do not try to cheat death.
If you continue to persist
You will leave the world bereft.”
“Yes. Yes. Old timer
I hear you just fine
You take care of your problems
And I’ll take care of mine."
The man of skin and bone
Ran as fast as he could.
The old man shook his head
Knowing he was misunderstood.
To be continued……….
