You were never afraid of Death,
It tried to take you down many times.
Several times, it almost got you,
But you managed one more climb.
You tempted Death to many times,
But this time you didn’t escape.
It pulled you all the way,
And you got more than just a scrape.
I knew it was your fault,
But I couldn’t help blaming myself.
I warned you to be careful,
You said you wouldn’t hurt yourself.
You were too much a daredevil,
And it finally got you back.
I can’t believe you did it.
But you drank the whole six-pack.
You offered me a ride,
And I refused,
Said you shouldn’t go either,
You wouldn’t win, but lose.
Now you lay here, dead,
Still as can be,
Breathing no air,
Staring up at me.
I say goodbye for the last time, tonight.
I will never see you again.
I have just a few last words for you,
You were always my friend, through both think and thin.
WELCOME
..and here are a few things to keep in mind:
This blog contains mostly my poetry and a few thoughts from time to time. The thoughts will be entered when and wherever I feel necessary to keep things in proper order. Thoughts and things not belonging to me will be denoted with asterisks. Poems will be archived by the date which they were written, not by that which they were posted. I tend to update things a month or few after being written so as to keep current issues from wandering unattended around the web.
Enjoy...
[somberlife was first created July 11, 2004]
“The difficulty of literature is not to write, but to write what you mean; not to affect your reader, but to affect him precisely as you wish.”
~ Robert Louis Stevenson
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