Who says Death is ugly? <br />I want to know <br />because <br />I see Him near me <br />and He <br />looks beautiful. <br /> <br />He stands beside me <br />promising <br />he'll make life <br />go <br />so-o-o <br />slow - ly <br /> <br />that I'll never <br />worry <br />or hurry up <br />again. <br /> <br />I think that Death <br />may be a friend. <br />He says (with silence) <br />that he'll bring all <br />to an end. <br /> <br />He'll take me <br />and my worries <br />round the bend. <br /> <br />And <br />how can that be bad? <br /> <br />Someday <br />perhaps <br />He'll take me <br />silently to sleep <br /> <br />and I'll no longer <br />pray <br />my soul to keep. <br /> <br />Death <br />I give myself to you. <br />I won't resist you <br />when you come. <br /> <br />You're not an enemy <br />of mine. <br />All you want <br />is all I am <br />when I <br />no longer <br />am <br />in time.<br /><br />Percy Dovetonsils<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/late-4/
