• snm_jones 10w

    Death (old)

    It happens when your old and gray
    When you have nothing else to say.
    For death is at your door, not to far away
    He approaches with care
    You shrink back in fear
    He holds out his hands
    Time to pay the fans
    Decay and rot
    Greets you not
    Six feet deep
    Is now where you sleep
    A blanket of dirt
    No fire in your hearth
    Maggots and ants
    Are your only friends
    Creeping and crawling
    Crawling and creeping
    But yet you sleep
    Nothing more