the children
they dance with their death carelessly,
take it by the hand to the river
and let it swim free
the men and women
they grapple with their death angrily,
duel with it in a meadow
and wrestle it into a pocket they can't see
the white-haired wisened
they smile with their death peacefully
walk as old friends
down the autumn road to the sea.
Oct 31, 2010
Oct 31, 2010 at 6:08 PM UTC
the children
they dance with their death carelessly,
take it by the hand to the river
and let it swim free
the men and women
they grapple with their death angrily,
duel with it in a meadow
and wrestle it into a pocket they can't see
the white-haired wisened
they smile with their death peacefully
walk as old friends
down the autumn road to the sea.