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LXXXI

July 31, 2013

I’m up and down and out today,
for I cannot sit still.
I’m up and ‘round about today,
and here’s the reason why:

I got a message in the mail:
“I’m coming home for tea.
Please set an extra place for me;
signed Death, your oldest friend.”

Is there a wall that I could build
to keep Death from my home?
The work would be quite dull and long;
but then, it just might work.

Is there a forest out my door
that I could go explore?
I might get lost—but if I’m home,
old Death is here to call.

Is there a cloak that I could weave
that keeps one safe from Death?
But when the sunlight pours outside,
I’d want to take it off.

Perhaps its best to set out tea
and welcome Death inside;
for maybe then, together, we
can scale all mighty walls;
for maybe then, together, we
can track all forest paths;
for maybe then, together, we
can greet the noonday sun;
and say, together, Death and I,
“I think it’s time to go.”

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