The dream of the old man draped in
The remains of a black coat in tatters
With the scythe in one hand
And the hourglass in the other
With the sand disappearing quickly
Bringing him to knock forcibly on one's door
Is one of the more common accepted
Disguise of the Angel of Death,
Also known as the grim reaper,
But for one reason or another
Black was not the colour of death
Nor was the male figure the one
To make us a visit on that day,
It was Clotho, Lachesis and Atropos
With their loud coloured dresses
Who came in the white limousine
To take my mother away
Refusing laughingly
I come too on that trip.
Lucette C. Bailliet ©
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