in ten years time I've lost so many loves

in ten years time I've lost so many loves
two cats, grandma and uncle had to go
a scythed old man has taken all our doves

i find my eyes exploring skies above
for brother, grandpa, where to? i don't know
in ten years time I've lost so many loves

as if someone has given life a shove
over some cliff high up bathed in moon's glow
a scythed old man has taken all our doves

as if just one could never be enough
but six like wooden ducks shot in a row
in ten years time I've lost so many loves

no finger prints as if someone with gloves
has specialized in death, and what's it show?
a scythed old man has taken all our doves

replaced them with black crows, wings flapping rough
to age my face much faster as I grow
in ten years time I've lost so many loves
a scythed old man has taken all our doves

(C)2009, Christos Rigakos