Nobody told death
That she had had three children
And that for years ongoing
The father was missing.
Nobody told death
They were all very young
And that for not one of them
Was the father around.
Who’ll look after them
Was never death’s concern
Because death just does not care,
I have long learned.
Nobody told death
That he was a young doctor
And that he had just graduated
Top in the order.
Nobody told death
Of the great investment
That was made in him by others
And the Government.
What a waste that was
Some would want to say
But death does not care about such;
Absolutely no way.
Nobody told death
He’d just had a promotion,
Death simply delights in playing
With one’s emotion.
This one must have hurt
Many a concerned heart
Since this recently made magistrate
Was now at the start.
But nobody told death
About any of this
And by family and legal fraternity,
He will be sorely missed.
Nobody told death
The bullet had gone astray
And it was not for the innocent
On that horrid day.
Only a youngster
And still in his teens,
Life blood running in the street,
What a numbing scene!
But death didn’t care
For his allotted time was up
And the means did not matter;
He was out of luck.
We come in one way
But we go out many ways
And death is an appointment,
The Bible says.
Nobody told death
It was her only child,
A longed-for child in her later years
The odds she defied.
Then death took her
At just age number three,
The grim reaper had struck again;
Oh what misery!
Nobody told death
Since it made no sense,
Death marches on to its victories
Full of offense.
If you are reading this
Right about now
Be aware that one day to death
You too will bow.
Stewart Russell © January 22, 2026
