Longevity

 Said Brown: 'I can't afford to die
 For I have bought annuity,
And every day of living I
 Have money coming in to me:
While others toil to make their bread
 I make mine by not being dead.'

Said Jones: 'I can't afford to die,
 For I have books and books to write.
I do not care for pelf but I
 Would versify my visions bright;
Emotions noble in my breast
 By worthy words should be expressed.'

Said Smith: 'I can't afford to die,
 Because my life is kindly planned;
So many on my care rely,
 For comfort and a helping hand.
Too many weak ones need me so,
 And will be woeful when I go.'

Then Death appraisingly looked down,
 Saying: 'Your time's up, Mister Brown.
And I am sorry, Mister Jones,
 The earth is ready for your bones.
Friend Smith, although you're overdue
 Your lease of living we'll renew . . .
Both fame and fortune far above,
 What matters in the end is--Love.'

Form: Light Verse

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