Not long ago in ancient time <br />It seemed so fine to bide in mime <br />As illness wrecked an image true <br />So saintly filled was twilight's hue <br /> <br />An angry man in days gone by <br />Beleaguered whence in all he tried <br />As silver bounced on arrayed cue <br />He wondered why and where the rue <br /> <br />She wept about in sequeled gaze <br />For all she knew was feathered haze <br />Some questions asked no answer came <br />In queried thought her stance to name <br /> <br />For all who came and asked to know <br />How this strong man came by to now <br />It stood by light the reason why <br />How death came calling by and by <br /> <br />In later years when tears had dried <br />It came to life what had been lied <br />The man had lived a life so named <br />His precious thoughts so well and tamed <br /> <br />He had been told he'd live to rule <br />To teach and preach and run a school <br />And this was life when death came calling <br />His reasoning failed as he fell falling<br /><br />aryaindia india<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/when-death-came-calling/
