there’s been many a night <br />in the darkness of <br />alone <br />where I sit with <br />the reaper's hand on <br />my shoulder <br /> <br />and before he leaves <br />he always says <br />see ya someday <br />but I never much <br />care because <br />he tells a mean <br />joke <br /> <br />and the lights of the city <br />are dimming <br />and the leaves on the trees <br />are changing <br />and the bell in the church <br />is tolling <br /> <br />and I can’t stop it <br /> <br />so many nights <br />dueling the shadows <br />and changing seasons <br />and all my pen <br />ever finds <br />to say is <br /> <br />is this it?<br /><br />Ben Paynter<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/all-my-pen-ever-says/
