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Death Makes a Call

Death has a habit of waiting Death is very patience My Mother has a saying- when your number is called then your time is up But Death is tolerant and is more like a friend Last night at 5:58 pm Death called me on my home phone Death is also clever and disguised himself My called ID showed my name and number but when I answered Death was on the other end I was very afraid that Death was calling me Maybe my number was up But Death said that he was calling for a friend who has refused to die and was too frighten to left go And would I have a word I saw Death in a new light A kinder and friendlier Death And one who may not sting Death said goodbye and I said that I would put in a good word But I asked Death to do me a favor and try not to call for me too soon

Copyright © | Year Posted 2016




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