Treasure Island

Robert Leary

(New London, Connecticut)

Death Wait


Death, wait, wait I have more things to do
I’ll take care of what’s left of me
Just wait, wait, my son’s not ready
The boat’s not finished
Horses need to be fed, bridles cleaned.
Death, wait, wait I have more things to see
China waits, the Russian Steppes,
Wars will end and I’ll walk though
The Khyber Pass on my way to you
Death, wait, wait, I have more things to do

Submitted: Monday, January 11, 2010
Edited: Monday, January 18, 2010
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