Death, To Me, Is a Stranger;

Death, to me, is a stranger; I know not his whereabouts. I’ve seen him but haven’t heard – I know of him but we’ve not met. He spoke at length with my elder And convinced him to go. I got to say good-bye before He left, but of Death, I don’t know. He seems so popular among Celebrities – distant and *****. With the sickly, too, he throngs – Too important to come here Although once, without persistence – Death did rap upon my door. I was busy – I did not answer So he left a calling card.