I was supping the dregs from a bottle of gin When the door eased open and Death walked in In my stupor I felt neither fear nor surprise For I'd planned for sometime to cause my demise And Death far from being a sepulchral ghost Had the plump smiling face of a genial host He said as he sat in my favourite armchair That he 'd known for sometime of my current despair And since he was passing nearby on a call Had dropped by in case he could help me at all He knew unsought advice was a terrible bane But still though it his duty to try and explain That each life had been fashioned in purpose divine And though I might use it it still wasn't mine For to cut my span short by even one day Would effect many others in some kind of way There is no excuse for so selfish an act Said death bluntly and I thought quite without tact Ah I'm glad you've decided against such an action Said he with a look of sheer smug satisfaction I started my decision was only just made With a wink he explained he'd been long in the trade Then he leapt to his feet crying look at the time I must go or be late for a client of mine A most joyful affair of the pleasantest sort With a charming old lady I have to escort I said Death you're so different than I thought before Eyes atwinkle he paused with his hand on the door You may know sore sorrow much pain and great strife But I am illusion there is only life
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