Sister Death

Sister death 

Sister death she held his hand 
Right throughout his life 
Nearer than his siblings 
Closer than his wife. 

 When at last the day came 
 To walk across the aisle 
 From this life to the next 
They went without a fuss. 

Grateful for the days and years 
Happy for the joys and tears 
This was ever but a journey 
For them who cared to see. 

 What lies ahead? For no one knows 
 No praying priest no scientist 
All predictions are simply shows 
Of pious hopes and ignorance. 

 Life and death are intertwined 
 They follow close together 
 When it is time with luck he’ll know 
And through the arches go 

 Embracing life, embracing death 
Lived with grace and left with class 
There is no heaven neither hell 
Nothing to fear as we jump clear 

May we be granted a wide long life 
May our death be short and sweet 
Allow the living and the dead 
To march together down our street. 

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