Death approaches, coffin ready,
I cry, 'Not yet! '
It sneers. 'Your time has come.
Life is now a debt.
Come and pay! '
'Why must it be now?
Why not another day?
Can you not wait? '
'My patience is trickling.
You must come today!
Death does not wait,
Just as rain does not hesitate.
You must follow your fate,
I cannot wait.'
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