Death's Companion

Death’s Companion

Death had secured his next assignment;
a person, scheduled to soon be gone;
followed him around; making assessment;
it was a man most willing to move on.

The man had not a trace of a desire to die;
tho he felt little reason to live;
Death felt so sad, he thought he’d cry;
the man still had much to give.

Years ago; there was that painful divorce;
it had seemed his life had ended;
then, remarried; he began a new course;
his bad fortunes seemed suspended.

He and his wife began their own business;
their success eventually turned to failure;
losing their home in the midst of distress;
starting all over; offered no allure;

Then the wife died; and the man was alone;
his purpose in life; totally diminished;
this world had become no longer his home;
life, itself, seemed finished.

He sought for an answer to what he could do;
what would become a purpose for living;
his sons; and many others, needed him too;
but, he had little money to be giving;

God gave words; people needed to hear;
written by Death’s companion, to be;
causing a flawed poet to crumble with fear;
for, Death’s companion is me.

Monty   4/19/23.     # 1,535