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Tea Time at Deaths House

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Tea Time at Deaths House

When Death invites you for tea,
you can’t be rude and just say no

You’d like to refuse her hospitality,
find any reason not to go

She sent a special invitation,
a very intimate tete è tete

She’s a warm and generous hostess,
with a  buffet of great delights 

It is a honor to be invited, 
party crashers can make her mad

She likes to send invitations,
believing  pre-notice is only nice

You think of all the excuses,
that would keep you busy on this day

But deep down you know you’ll be attending,
this one commitment you can not break 

You sigh as you RSVP her,
you’ll be attending tea time at her house

You then  prepare in anticipation,
counting the days till time arrives

Your now looking forward  to this meeting,
and only  in style you decide to go

Your Sunday dress will be just perfect,
in no less would you meet a  Queen,

For this gracious invitation,
will be a once in a lifetime special thing

You ring the bell with a nervous finger,
calming quickly  as she opens up the door
  
Death radiates warmth and friendship,
as she takes your hand to invite you in

You thank her for the invitation,
saying you were hesitant to come

She smiles and says that’s normal,
her invitations are usually a surprised one

She’s happy that you chose to come,
to her that means the world

Because that means with dignity,grace and courage,
The choice was yours to walk through her opened door

So, when Death invites you for tea time,
put on your Sundays best

You’ll be welcomed  like lost family,
who have finally made it  home

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