No, I had not prepared myself for Death,
Although I knew that he would one day knock
Upon the door of life; I felt his breath
When the door opened—a clammy shock.
Yet I welcomed him in and poured a glass;
He drank it down, looking suitably grim.
“So who have you come for today?” I asked;
“Why your father, of course—I’ve come for him.”
“But he is far too young,” I did protest,
“His meager life has barely just begun.”
“That matters not to me,” he did confess,
“I claim them all—those souls, both old and young.”
“But no! Not him! Not him!” I did implore—
He took him by the hand….and closed the door.

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