Death

In a dream came a stranger
all in black and smiling.
And foolish trust compelled me,
and I said enter friend,
and did not turn to see,
but only heard
the whistle of the scythe.

by Barry Middleton

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And foolish trust compelled me Great line Barry I dreamt last week I was at my own funeral And no one could see me