I spoke with Death today.
I speak with him at odd times.
Well, he is around at odd times,
Such as those times are,
And sometimes we have
Conversations
Of sorts.
I have lived seventy-five years.
My father lived seventy-nine years
And a little more and
He met Death
Without knowing him.
And my father’s father who carelessly
Played poker with Death and
Went away with him in
Nineteen-ten.
Shot.
Dead.
Seventy-five years.
I’m impressed.
Four years to go and
I will have outlived my
Father who struggled
Toward his end with
A bad heart.
I’ve asked Death if I have a
Bad heart but have never
Gotten an answer on that
Score.
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