Here we all are ,in the gutter of nutters
Muttering like a flickering lights,
The voices of mortals.
Oh death oh death ..
you could have visited with a scythe
Yet you chose a smile.
and you ran us up over a mile
Like the river of nile
We were supposed to drown,
yet we frown with a smile,
just like the woman waiting for her wedding gown.
Oh death you gave us hope,
but yet in despair..
Are you then the life or the den.
©lanceslim
L