O' Death Poem by Jim Richardson

Please, fetch my cloak and bind me close
For death is in the night,
The wind is chill, the odor strange and
Every breath a blight.
Come forth the morning rays and let my
Eyes see one more day,
If not, come close O'death and take me
On my way.
Will he come at morning or will he wait
' Till noon,
Or will he come at all
Or soon?
Hear that sound from the mountain
For I believe he is drawing nigh,
I hope he lingers long enough so I
Can say good bye.
O'death, stop at my door and linger
There,
Don't come closer for I have
A care.
I care to tell my friends good bye and
Languish in my lair,
I beg for just a little time, I would like to
Say a prayer.













































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