Poems by The Old Cowboy
The Second Death
I sit and write of what could be
Staring into the deep abyss death awaits me
Death will take my soul and last breath
Afterwards I shall suffer the second death
Death comes again in great shame
When the last person speaks my name
That is when I am truly gone
Like the words of a forgotten song
Family and friends I ask you today
When I am gone call my name so I may stay
Speak to my children's children's children of family lore
That they may carry me along remembering me as before
If I could hear from heaven above
My name spoken once again with love
From a hundred years and more and more
Someone calls my name then my heart will soar
With my name on someone's breath
Then I have escaped the second death
Edwin J. Smith
The Old Cowboy Poet
Aug 16th 2019
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The Second Death
The Second Death
