I First Met Death

( I FIRST MET DEATH )

I first met Death one cool Spring night
While watching shadows grow.
And though she was a lovely sight,
I did not want to go.

I next saw Death one summer's day
With sun so high at noon.
And though she had sweet words to say,
I thought the time too soon.

I then felt Death in Autumn's chill
When all the dead leaves sigh.
And though this meeting was a thrill,
I found the cost too high.

I left with Death one winter's morn
With no time left to stall.
And like the day this soul was born,
I felt no pain at all.

(c) Jasmine Paul 11-17-2014
Copyright © | Year Posted 2014

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