By whom are driven your

daily wish,
to avoid hurt, stay alive, eat healthy
to live better and longer,
with caution cross
road, climb stairs, swim, drive,
in time
get vaccinated
get plenty of exercise
at the least itch
reach the doctor,
rind yourselves
from ill-weather.
Your parties, gambling, sex spree, gluttony, drug orgy
are distraction
from the reality of your
mortality;
soon I'll be ready for the kill
and you all to welcome me
as gift
called death.



Poetry by yoonoos peerbocus
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Written on 2025-10-21 at 09:47

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Griffonner The PoetBay support member heart!
Yes. Monsieur Death and his wife, specialise in taking everyone by surprise, and there is no getting away from them - at least permanently. All the care and precautions in the world have no sway over them. When you think about it, they are being kind in this approach, because the alternative would have you counting down the seconds until that fatal last breathe! Blessings, Allen
2025-10-21