Greeting DeathA Poem by C.T. BaileyGreeting Death When Death comes, he will not find me with hands in pockets. No, I am going to tip my hat and look the other way. Going to act like I didn’t see him coming. He will be surprised to learn he's the only one in the room not in on the joke. When Death comes, I’ll ask if he can spare a buck, see if he has an extra stamp, and bum a smoke. I’ll not inquire about the weather, tell him about the family, or pretend to like his coat. I’ll just point down the hall and show Death the door. When Death comes, I’ll not shake hands or be a gentleman. If he taps me on the shoulder, I'll brush him aside with a boorish smirk, check my watch, mention he’s looking older. Then I’m going to ignore him and pick the lint from my lapel. When Death comes, I’ll get my best poem and read it aloud but I won’t let Death hear. If old friends visit, I’ll make them brownies and we'll talk about Death. As life begins to disappear, and you believe Death has me, put two sugars in my coffee. When Death comes, I’ll be ready. © 2011 C.T. BaileyFeatured Review
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Added on April 8, 2011Last Updated on April 10, 2011 Tags: death AuthorC.T. BaileyBristol, VAAboutC.T. Bailey has authored a number of professional articles which have been published in various industry trade publications. He is also an award-winning and published writer of poetry, prose, and fic.. more..Writing
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