Father
You keep yourself so busy
you don’t have time to die
One day Death will drop in
for a cigarette
for a chat
for a soul,
“I still have so much to do,”
you will protest,
“I wanted to buy another car
build another house,
love someone else’s child”
one cigarette span for Death
could last an entire second lifetime,
but you don’t have the menthols He likes,
and it’s starting to snow.
Copyright © Anna Nomaly | Year Posted 2021
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