Tale of Life

I fear not Death,
In fact I know Him well.
The Man has nothing special 'gainst me,
Though He holds the chords of my sorrowed knell.

I am afraid I'll not live enough
To have a tale to tell
When Death comes 'round that one last time
Midst the tolling of a bell.

For when Death and I
Journey the long walk home,
I'll need a story to please the Man
For as long as We may roam.

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Originally written:    February 12, 2004
Put online:    February 18, 2004
Discussion:    Could it be? Is this poem actually...positive? Think about it.


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