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Don'T Let Me Die a Young Man's Death
~~~~ ~~~~ ~~~~ Don't Let Me Die A Young Man's Death Let me live healthy a century more not hard decades filled with old age and pains not as sad, ungrateful angry old bore nor even man of wealth and stolen gains just a death that casts me through that last door. When I have made my seventy-five years may I not be fried by a lightning bolt one that is so hot that it burns up tears not one from pale sky with too weak a jolt nor a death so quick it destroys my fears. When ninety, let sleep not take me away may I be in my youthful dreams of love those so hot that they scorched coldest of days not those with large monsters flying above not death so strong, it destroys coming day. When I am hundred and five, send not this a ninja clad in black with sharpest blade or a poisonous snake with silent hiss one certified by instant deaths it made nor death so fast, I feel not its last kiss! When I am at one hundred sixty-five may invisible hand remove my head if time has passed and I am still alive by hand of Fate, make sure I am true dead just a sure death, one so richly contrived. Robert J. Lindley, 3-19-2019 Rhyme, ( Good Health, Long Life, Greatest Of Treasures ) Note: Inspired to compose this new poem this morn, after reading the great poem by Roger McGough....
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