Sunday, October 9, 2011

Living with Death

Death is the most fair
Judge you will ever meet
Whether he cuts you down hair by hair
Or in one fell swoop
There are no hard feelings
He’s just doing his job

Today he may have took
A friend far down the road
Too far ahead to look
And another far up behind
I heard those wings over me
As He went to and fro

It is not sadder
That one younger should go
It is what it is

I’ll break my bread
With Death
Let him pour my wine
Knowing Death never comes at once
He is with me all the time

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