The Waiting Grave

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The Waiting Grave
Tramping down the broadened way
Traveling by night and day
Never can you turn away
From the waiting grave.

Paths may turn and twist and split
Ways may be dim or bright-lit;
All’s the same at the end of it
In the waiting grave.

Time’s our master and our Fate
Comes not too soon nor too late;
Men are heading, small and great,
For the waiting grave.

Death will find us, every one
And once finding, we are done
With this life. We’ll become one
With the waiting grave.

Life is costly, every day
Nothing ‘till it slips away;
Death’s the price we all must pay
To the waiting grave.

Bodies, souls and hearts galore
Who have tramped this way before
Add their corpses to the morgue:
Fill the waiting grave.

Age won’t stay nor Time hold still;
There’s a yawning maw to fill
Give up life and love you will
To the waiting grave.

There’s a place where ashes burn
Forever to fill the urn;
Once gone in, there’s no return
From the waiting grave.



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  1. O.O This is DARK, my friend. Enticingly horrifically wonderfully dark. The line: "Death will find us, every one" sent shivers down my spine, and just wow, this entire poem did to be honest. O.o

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