Death Gets Jealous Poem by TMA

I had a friend, once
We sat in the same class
He was smart, he was strong
A Leader of Men
His future was bright before him
Then Death got jealous
And snuffed his life out.

I had a grandmother, once-
We'd go see her every few months
She was wise, yet her eye still twinkled
With a mischievous joke...
She loved with all her heart
Then Death got Jealous
And snatched her in his jaws.

I heard of a young couple, once
Or did I read it in the paper?
They were so in love
And they'd been married just a year
They were happy, and she was pregnant...
Then Death got jealous
And crushed them in the chassis...

Maybe you're not supposed to live
Too well, lest he should notice you
Maybe you're not supposed to laugh
Too loud, lest he should hear you...
Maybe you're not supposed to love
Too hard, lest he gets jealous...
Then maybe, just maybe, he'll leave you be...

I swear that I'll live my life
As best, and as fully as I can
I swear that I will laugh
As loud and as long as I can
I swear that I will love
As hard and as much as I can
Till Death gets jealous...