Morning Visitor

Death paid me a visit today. Slipped in as I left for work.

Placing Hands along my waist, my back began to hurt

Fingers laid so gently upon my rosy cheeks

Sallow hue traced the path, lines grew, dry and deep

Next he ran his bony hands through silky auburn locks

and gave the gift of silver, but wisdom he forgot

His mark once made he hurried off , appointments he must keep

Death touched my face, but kept his gift of eternal sleep

 

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