Here Comes Death Inquiring

Not just yet, and not for a while There's someone yet unmet Her name is God's Smile. So stay away, my grim friend And call again another day Do try not to condescend. For flesh abates, and then sighs And thus secretly elates Along with soul to die. For soul pines, to see Father But heart is not so inclined It is he that you bother. It is he, heart that you offend In that he has so longed to be With her for years on end. And Oh, what blasting disdain This old heart would then show For your premature bane! So go my future friend, into the night And do not soon come this way again For, I have the heart for a good fight! Timothy I. Brumley