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The Final Journey

Death drove up to me In his shiny black car. It was smooth, it was sleek It was a Jaguar. He opened the door And waved at the chair, Yet all I could do Was stand there and stare. He spoke to me in a voice Seductive and calm, "Come my dear, Let me take you by the arm." "You've had a good life As you well know, I see everyone's lives Played back like a show." "Some that are sad And I weep and weep. Others that are interesting - Those I like to keep." "Yours made me laugh, Yours made me smile. Though laughing and smiling Is not my style." I looked at him. He stared at me. I gazed over his shoulder At the sighing sea. I got in the car And we drove into the sun. My old life had ended, My new just begun.
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Written by
catriona-louise-bone
English
Published
Nov 30, 2011
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a note: I wrote this aged 12 when myself and my family were going through a difficult time. I dedicate this poem to my inspirational Granny Penketh.

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