Death Comes Creeping-by Devi Nina Bingham

There is a grace as age descends

twas given to men, a gift of the Gods

that death comes creeping as a friend.

With softest steps it condescends

with shuffling feet, it plods.

There is a grace as age descends.

So sneaky death, though it offends

doth whisper sweet until the end

for death comes creeping as a friend.

And thinking you are on the mend

the vulcher swoops and caws.

There is a grace as age descends.

The preacher sounds the final lament

when we welcome the wormy sod.

For death comes creeping as a friend.

Destruction need not ever repent

for gently untying the knots.

There is a grace as age descends

when death comes creeping as a friend.