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Death Comes Without Warning

Death comes without warning; it steals your life away.

It takes away your loved ones, and the lights of your day.

 

Death comes silently; it stabs you in the back,

It reaches round behind you, then comes in for the attack

 

Death comes slowly; it reaches for your throat

It overwhelms you; it chokes you, before you’ve had time to put on your coat.

 

Death comes quickly, it comes in a flash

One minute you’re sat by the pool, then there’s a splash

 

And the body that’s floating there

-That’s your body- the one that once cut such a dash.

 

Death comes with trickery; it plays a sort of game,

Just when you think you’ve beaten it, you’re out of the frame

 

Death comes with mockery, it laughs in your face

It takes a brave man to carry on the chase.

 

Death comes running, it’s running after you

So you go running too, sometimes fast sometimes slow,

 

You bend and turn and feint and hide

You do everything you know

 

And when you think you’ve made it through

That’s when death gets you too

 

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Steve Higgins

Wed 10th Jan 2024 19:07

Ruffian on the stair, I like it
Thanks for looking in M C

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M.C. Newberry

Wed 10th Jan 2024 11:33

I recall W.E.Henley describing Death as the "ruffian on the stair".
The image has stayed with me up to reading these lines..

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