Poem -
Meeting Death
If Death comes knocking at my door
I'll tell him his ways I abhor
To take everything from all he meets
Makes him one of the most sly cheats
Robbing everyone of what they possess
Ending any chances of future success
Is not the right way to behave
I'll tell him this as he puts me in my grave !!!
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After surviving stay four cancer, I often joked that I called the authorities to place a restraining order on the Grim Reaper. But they couldn't find any one brave enough to serve the order of protection.
:)