Death Would Come Around

I wanted to take some things with me along life's journey,
That old olive green coat and some dusty tan boots,
None sooner thus we started it seemed to me I couldn't go that way,
We walked the gardens just off the old dirt roads,
As darkness crept upon the ground a tattered man of odd leathery features spoke,
Listen close I heard him say twice the reaper's hand had touched his soul,
Make no sound the stranger moved about in the dark of night,
Standing inside my mind I watched him closely,
Not just once but many times I stumbled I fell often times I'd just laid there,
Who's to say would a sparrow slay a hurricane?
For I knew not what hath been passed before for I took no notes,
death would come around leaving trails along the way,
I wanted to take some things with me along life's journey,
An old dusty clock and that rusted old wind chime,
The one that hung out on the back porch that warned me of the ghosts so many a time,
That old clock so that I could remind them of the times they passed,
I stood waiting by the door or maybe I was waiting on another,
death would come around leaving trails along the way,
Stay the ones looking out the windows of their minds,
I wanted to take some things with me along life's journey,
A basket of apples and lemon pie just in case,
I should happen upon someone carrying a fork or two,
We could share a story a slice of pie or trice a friendship would happen anyway,
death would come around leaving trails along the way,
If I happened upon a dead man on my way I'd offer him an apple for his journey,
I want to take some things with me along life's journey,
A hat for the rain or just to cover my face when things got lonely,
I tried often drew the curtains to hide or often threw them aside trying to leave this emptiness I felt inside,
Was this an answer that I could even understand,
That I had taken what I needed or that I had chosen the ways that I must of went along life's journey,

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