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Poet Begging Death
When death came a calling,
I said, “There’s no one there.”
When it pressed for an answer,
I said, “It isn’t fair.”
“Not fair when I have so much
Poetry to give.”
“If I’m gone my lost lines will
Have no chance to live.”
For time being death has taken a break.
I’m not certain if it’s just tired,
Or paused for my poetic sake.
One thing I do know, and that’s for sure.
Again death will come a calling,
And then I fear won’t demur.
poem
by
Gregory Huyette
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