I first met
Death
one cool bandh day
While watching
shadows grow.
And though there
was a lovely sight,
I did not want to go.

I next saw
Death one
April day
with sun so
high at noon.
And though it had
sweet words to say,
I thought
the time too soon.

I then felt
Death in December chill
When all the
dead leaves sigh.
And though this
meeting was a thrill,
I found the
cost too high.

I left with
Death one
rainy morn
with no time
left to stall.
And like the
day this soul
was born,
I felt no pain at all.

WILFRED JOHN

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