Poetry

Visits of Death (#1156)

Death came to visit
Far too many times,

In his presence
Mortality chimes,

For when he comes
Someone must pass,

He breaks hearts as if
They were made of glass,

So why does he visit
So often as of late?

What’s the rush?
Can’t he wait?

Any Thoughts?

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