One Last Time
I have met life, and I love it
It's a force I can't live without
But I must admit
That meeting with death has never been in doubt
Death has the patience of a saint
He will wait and wait....and wait
Then in an instant he'll appear
And catch me unaware
He came once and knocked upon my door
But I held on to life even more
So he had to retreat
For my time had not come yet
But he will return without regret
I have met life, and I love it
But death is closer now than before
So I'll live it up more than a bit
Until he knocks one last time upon my door
Copyright © Joseph May | Year Posted 2014
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