In The Night

Death passed last night, - Right by my door.

He did not stop to greet me,

Instead,

He took a friend, across the hall,

An old man, no-one special,

Just a neighbor, a friend,

Alone.

A dark and silent - starlit night,

Bitter crisp and frosty cold.

Death passed last night, - Right by my door.

Eric Valentine February 18 1999 ©