Death Waits For Us All
Death waits for us all,
Round every corner, behind every door.
The spark of life that once shone brighter than any star
Gradually dims, like the colours in a old painting
Long-ago forgotten.
Death waits for us all,
Welcoming us into his bony arms with empty eyes;
Ready to lead us into a great mystery which man so longs to know
Yet fears, like the shadow monsters of childhood.
Death waits for us all,
But who this time?
Your time has come.
He waits for you.
Copyright © Catriona Elizabeth Mowat 2004
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