A Bone To Pick With Death

Who told you?

You could simply take what you wanted

Without asking

Like some brazen tone dead robber

Breaking through the front door

In broad daylight

If eternity means nothing to you

Couldn’t you have least waited until nightfall?

Oh no

You just go ahead and take what you want

At a split’s moment notice sometimes

Greed so excessive, so hollow

You don’t give time to grieve

Or inklings for a proper goodbye

Pushing and poking

Your nose into places

Where you’re clearly not wanted

With no regard to anyone’s feelings

But your own

How could you be so callous?

Stand down I beg you, stand down

And give love a fighting chance.

By Candy AdderleyDawe

Taken from my book 'Not By Bread Alone'  http://stores.lulu.com/store.php?fAcctID=944010

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