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I’ve sauntered through the centuries
Constructed this dark legacy,
Possessed the air of leprosy
And fell upon my feet.
I’ve wrangled with the unprepared
Pacified the truly scared,
Unsuccessfully repaired
The dread of when we meet.
I’m there when life is waning
Through the thrall of death, abstaining,
Till there’s little left remaining
But a husk of sand and earth,
I’ve marched with every army
Rode the crest of each tsunami,
But they seldom ever harm me
For I know perdition’s worth.
I’m the tourniquet you shy from
I’m that final, lasting swan song,
I’m the emperor of the throng
That no longer has a voice.
For they’ve paid their solemn dues
As their light of life’s removed,
Now my wiles are set on you
And you really have no choice.
So when the end’s encroaching
A wisp of me approaching,
You’ll cry and whimper, hoping
That I’ll spare your sulking soul,
But that’s not in my nature
And there is no power greater,
And I’ll never return later
‘Cause it’s time to pay deaths toll.
12/07/09 ADO
by Adam Parker
Other poems of PARKER (2)
One Foot In The Grave
Thanks For The Thanks, But No Thanks R.I.P Brother we miss you, poetry found posthumously.
I’ve sauntered through the centuries
Constructed this dark legacy,
Possessed the air of leprosy
And fell upon my feet.
I’ve wrangled with the unprepared
Pacified the truly scared,
Unsuccessfully repaired
The dread of when we meet.
I’m there when life is waning
Through the thrall of death, abstaining,
Till there’s little left remaining
But a husk of sand and earth,
I’ve marched with every army
Rode the crest of each tsunami,
But they seldom ever harm me
For I know perdition’s worth.
I’m the tourniquet you shy from
I’m that final, lasting swan song,
I’m the emperor of the throng
That no longer has a voice.
For they’ve paid their solemn dues
As their light of life’s removed,
Now my wiles are set on you
And you really have no choice.
So when the end’s encroaching
A wisp of me approaching,
You’ll cry and whimper, hoping
That I’ll spare your sulking soul,
But that’s not in my nature
And there is no power greater,
And I’ll never return later
‘Cause it’s time to pay deaths toll.
12/07/09 ADO
by Adam Parker
Other poems of PARKER (2)
One Foot In The Grave
Thanks For The Thanks, But No Thanks R.I.P Brother we miss you, poetry found posthumously.
I’ve sauntered through the centuries
Constructed this dark legacy,
Possessed the air of leprosy
And fell upon my feet.
I’ve wrangled with the unprepared
Pacified the truly scared,
Unsuccessfully repaired
The dread of when we meet.
I’m there when life is waning
Through the thrall of death, abstaining,
Till there’s little left remaining
But a husk of sand and earth,
I’ve marched with every army
Rode the crest of each tsunami,
But they seldom ever harm me
For I know perdition’s worth.
I’m the tourniquet you shy from
I’m that final, lasting swan song,
I’m the emperor of the throng
That no longer has a voice.
For they’ve paid their solemn dues
As their light of life’s removed,
Now my wiles are set on you
And you really have no choice.
So when the end’s encroaching
A wisp of me approaching,
You’ll cry and whimper, hoping
That I’ll spare your sulking soul,
But that’s not in my nature
And there is no power greater,
And I’ll never return later
‘Cause it’s time to pay deaths toll.
12/07/09 ADO
by Adam Parker
Other poems of PARKER (2)
One Foot In The Grave
Thanks For The Thanks, But No Thanks R.I.P Brother we miss you, poetry found posthumously.
Ab
Thursday October 13, 2022
I’ve sauntered through the centuries
Constructed this dark legacy,
Possessed the air of leprosy
And fell upon my feet.
I’ve wrangled with the unprepared
Pacified the truly scared,
Unsuccessfully repaired
The dread of when we meet.
I’m there when life is waning
Through the thrall of death, abstaining,
Till there’s little left remaining
But a husk of sand and earth,
I’ve marched with every army
Rode the crest of each tsunami,
But they seldom ever harm me
For I know perdition’s worth.
I’m the tourniquet you shy from
I’m that final, lasting swan song,
I’m the emperor of the throng
That no longer has a voice.
For they’ve paid their solemn dues
As their light of life’s removed,
Now my wiles are set on you
And you really have no choice.
So when the end’s encroaching
A wisp of me approaching,
You’ll cry and whimper, hoping
That I’ll spare your sulking soul,
But that’s not in my nature
And there is no power greater,
And I’ll never return later
‘Cause it’s time to pay deaths toll.
12/07/09 ADO
by Adam Parker
Other poems of PARKER (2)
One Foot In The Grave
Thanks For The Thanks, But No Thanks R.I.P Brother we miss you, poetry found posthumously.
Tonya and family, thinking of you all and so very sorry for your loss. May you find peace in the coming days and may God comfort you and ease your pain of losing Adam. Julie and Alex Larson
Julie Larson
Thursday October 13, 2022
Tonya and family, thinking of you all and so very sorry for your loss. May you find peace in the coming days and may God comfort you and ease your pain of losing Adam. Julie and Alex Larson
Our heartfelt thoughts and prayers are with you and your family as you grieve the loss of your precious, Adam. May God wrap his arms around you and comfort you. We love you.
Bill and Barb Henderson
Thursday October 13, 2022
Our heartfelt thoughts and prayers are with you and your family as you grieve the loss of your precious, Adam. May God wrap his arms around you and comfort you. We love you.
We are so very sorry for your loss. Our thoughts and prayers go out to all of you during this sad time. But, know he is at peace now.
Doug and Carole Tomamichel
Thursday October 13, 2022
We are so very sorry for your loss. Our thoughts and prayers go out to all of you during this sad time. But, know he is at peace now.