I've seen death in quiet hum
It crosses streets without a look
It renders all as deaf and dumb
And lifts us from a rusty hook
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It holds us high, then counts the length
As we are measured very slow
Looks at expiration dates
Death reels us in, then lets us go
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Lisa H
I'm learning to be wildly inappropriate, ridiculous, needy - and alive.
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Comments (3)
I agree with Randy. Foreboding indeed! I don't like the idea of being fished out by Death.
A feeling as though someone had just walked over my grave, ominous foreboding in the light of day.
Hi Lisa - Miss You - A little dark for your humorous self - but that's what makes you a terrific composer - you write as you feel - Love it! A Favor? Please bop over to the 'History' section to see 'Cultural Exchange' for a moment - curious if I fit into the Youngins territory with this one - Thank you, Ms. Lisa J-Bud