Monday, July 18, 2005

The Door

The door of life

 

The door of life, the door of death, the knob that turns with single breaths.
Mankind lives, with the fear, the door of death is always near.
Little does he know, they are the same, for that reason he lives so tame.
But when the reaper, comes a'knockin, what he learns will be so shocking.
To the body, death is the end,to the soul new life begins.
Posted by Mary at 01:08:53
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2 Responses to “The Door”

  1. betty says:

    awesome poetry!

  2. betty says:

    awesome poetry!

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