Not Yet Lived
Death rode far across the desert,
To find a boy who was deadly sick.
“Why me?” said the boy,
“I have not yet lived.”
“Your time has come, let’s go.”
Death rode far across the desert,
To find a man who had no home.
“Why me?” said the man,
“I have not yet lived.”
“Your time has come, let’s go.”
Death rode far across the desert,
To find a man with a house made of gold.
“Why me?” said the man,
“I have not yet lived.”
“Your time has come, let’s go.”
Copyright © Gab Batter | Year Posted 2019
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