Clockwork Green's blog: "The Poems..."

Death always stalking comes in sets of three. It found Grandma, then Nan, and now it comes for me To steal away all that I was, am, and ever will be, And finally render me cold, but free. Death’s chain is thus broken. From the loving school Was taught this humble fool Forged from the darkest, richest coal And imbued with a fragile soul That I now give, the worthless token. For all those things I left unsaid During the life I leave unled I now can leave without dread For all born will become dead And Life’s chain is unbroken.