Monday, September 12, 2011

Mr. Bones

This is a poem I wrote many years ago before so many deaths had occurred in my family. I found it today, its a little rough, a little irreverent, but kind of interesting...

He comes at night
a shadow to fear.
A light tap on the shoulder
and they disappear.

He strolls the garden
in earliest morn
his robe dew damped
bedraggled, worn.

He dances away
the minutes of day
Tick Tocking
Time to Decay.

Mr. Bones
comes a'tappin'
Took my love
whilst he was nappin'

Be gone, Fine Death
come no more
to take my love
my soul no more...

2 comments:

kyla willis said...

i think thats a really great poem, mam'e(:

kyla willis said...

i think thats a beautiful poem, mam'e(: