A
pebble still to pick up
A
walk still to tread
A
word still to utter
O
Death, can’t you wait?
A
word of care here
An
expression of love there
All
gestures undemonstrated
O
Death, can’t you wait?
So
many tasks undone
I
need to see them through
An
incomplete life left
O
Death, can’t you wait?
The
shingles are to be mended
The
walls need to be plastered
The
roof cries out for repairs
O
Death, can’t you wait?
The
sea beckons with its calm waters
The
sand wants to abrade my toes
The
grass seeks to soothe my callouses
O
Death, can’t you wait?
A
cup of hot tea
A
conversation with a friend
It’s
all still left
O
Death, can’t you wait?
I
feel your presence now
It’s
not as clammy as I thought
You’re
really quite enchanting
But
O
Death, can’t you wait?
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