Death is a Bitch

Death is a Bitch!
Comes and goes as he wishes,
You will not know when he will come knocking, with all of his mocking.
He keeps you on your toes
And he keeps you watching in cold.

When he comes he will not go empty handed.
He takes away the joy of a newborn, the strength of the youth and the wealth of the old.
He takes away our dreams and he snatches our hopes.
He strips our robe and he robs our clothes.
And when he comes he will not come empty-handed as well.
He makes sure to leave his trail of tear marks.
He leaves us to anguish and he brings us to anger.
He sweeps up our regrets and he exhibits our shame.
His footsteps cry "Cursed!" and he lays waste to a joyful plain.

At least he is just. He has the courtesy to be fair.
To the young and to the old.
To the rich and to the poor.
To the strong and to the weak.
To the healthy and to the sick.
To the beauty and to the beast
To the holy and to the least
He does not discriminate.

Death is a Bitch!

Dedicated to my friend Dennis Santo. May you rest in the peace of our Lord Jesus Christ, in whom Death has lost its sting.