Saturday, 11 December 2010

Waiting For A Flickering Light

The Reaper called to visit me

To talk of all the times past

Of the good times now faded far away

I knew this life was never meant to last

He sipped a cup of tea with a boney hand

Apologised that my time had now come

I ate one final piece of carrot cake

And knew I would have to succumb

Death, visited me as a true gentleman

He never made me feel ill at ease

Entertained me with his charm and wit

He did everything he could to please

But now the clocks no longer tick

And the grey comes creeping of the night

He takes my hand, so now we wait

To stand here waiting for a flickering light


copyright Chris Smith 2009

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