Death

i

The wake up call in the morning
Telling you
It is time to go

ii

The taxi driver taking you to the airport
Early morning
Without any conversation
To keep the trip alive

iii

The pilot that you cannot see
In the cockpit
Taking you to your destination

iv

Then another story shall be told
That is the surprise
And you cannot help it
So just take your seat
Relax and sleep.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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