you come with no prior warning
just as I laugh at days yawning
I have future plans
you ignore my demands
no wonder you get bad press
you give me no time to dress
no bargain ability for an extension
regardless of wealth or pension
you pluck me without care
it really doesn’t seem fair
your ruthless pervasive intrusion
leaves loved ones in confusion
no delay
no next day
very few ever want or expect you
grief and mourning shadow you
most crave immortality
but you steal with brutality
rasping my final breathe
I must obey the lord of death
dVerse, apostrophe, Amaya
Reference.com says: “The effect of an apostrophe in poetry is to personify or bring to life something not living, so the poet is able to address it directly.
aroused 
The cycle of life, pristine as it is, let’s not mess with it. Well said.
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Beautiful
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Imagine the total opposite of this!
Would anyone say yes for ending it all?
I highly doubt it, so it is better to stay prepared 🙂
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Powerful, poignant truth, SweetKate. So well written and expressed, too.
I sit here crying, as I think of those taken so suddenly and too soon. 😦
And your poem makes me think about the fact that I’m trying to make the most of each day, helping those I can, bringing cheer where I can…’Cause never no what day is the last day for any of us.
(((HUGS))) and ❤ and Thank You for all the joy you bring into my life! 🙂
PS…is WP working any better for you!?!?
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I love the title and the stanza “your ruthless pervasive intrusion, leaves loved ones in confusion”. You really captured the unexpected approach of death.
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Pithy and well-crafted, Kate!
Of course. you’re familiar with the advice to “live each day as if it’s your last.”
Why the desperate scramble? Instead, we should live as we always do, celebrating each moment, no matter whether the end is imminent, or probably many decades hence.
Truth is, no matter whether our time comes when we’re 23 or 113, nobody knows the exact hour. Far better to build a lasting legacy for all, than to fill what we think are our last moments with desperation.
That way, whenever our moment comes, we’ll be ready.
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exactly why I strongly advocate having will, health directives, etc done Keith. Then one can gently live life fully with no desperation or worry.
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Exactly, Kate. My mother reviewed her living will with me a couple years ago.
Hardly the sort of thing you want to discuss, but it’s vital nonetheless. Best for her to have done so when she did, when she’s young and vibrant, than to have put if off indefinitely.
What’s the song say? “It’s later than you think.”
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none of us know the day or the way ….
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Beautifully written
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Beautiful!!
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As usual, you wrote a poem full of thought-provoking wisdom. There are so many feelings in us, sometimes contradictory, but that’s what man is like. You can observe the world around us. It is only necessary to add that you can write about it, clearly express your thought in a poem. It’s a rare talent.
greetings
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This is fantastic, Kate! 🙂
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Deep and captivating poem, Kate and when an intruder comes he sure is the way you have so nicely said. Great poem.
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This is a great poem, Kate.
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This reminded me of one of my favorite quotes:
“Homer is dead, Dante is dead, Shakespeare is dead, and I’m not feeling so well myself.” –Artemus Ward
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Chilling. But I’d like to think of the Angel of Death as portrayed in the one TV series as a kind spirit.
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lol I’ve conveyed it as shirley temple in another poem … I have no idea but wanted to send a chill 🙂
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Well done, Kate!
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