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 fairly 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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