Here Comes Death Inquiring
Not just yet, and not for a while
There's someone yet unmet
Her name is God's Smile.
So stay away, my grim friend
And call again another day
Do try not to condescend.
For flesh abates, and then sighs
And thus secretly elates
Along with soul to die.
For soul pines, to see Father
But heart is not so inclined
It is he that you bother.
It is he, heart that you offend
In that he has so longed to be
With her for years on end.
And Oh, what blasting disdain
This old heart would then show
For your premature bane!
So go my future friend, into the night
And do not soon come this way again
For, I have the heart for a good fight!
Timothy I. Brumley
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