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When Death

(Yet another early work - one month shy of 17)

When death is coming up your walk,
And you're unaware of his escence,
You invite him in, and have a talk
Which reeks of omniprescence

When death is sitting in your home
And you're enchanted by his smile
He's been to places like Paris and Rome,
You ask him to stay awhile

When death is leaning very near,
And your house is all aglow,
He whispers something in your ear,
You know it's time to go

When death is touching you all around
And he plays within your head,
You cannot see, nor hear a sound,
You know you'll soon be dead

When death becomes a part of you,
In the still of night
There is nothing you can do,
Until you see the light

When death takes you to the place
Where you'll see the light,
You will not find a familiar face,
But you'll be too tired to fight

When death begins to say good bye
And says you're on your own
You watch the light, and then you sigh -
You see how bright it's grown

When death gets up, and walks through the light
(Which feels like half-melted ice)
You follow him through to discover your plight
And find you're in paradise

poem by Michael Troy Buffo
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