I first met <br />Death <br />one cool bandh day <br />While watching <br />shadows grow. <br />And though there <br />was a lovely sight, <br />I did not want to go. <br /> <br />I next saw <br />Death one <br />April day <br />with sun so <br />high at noon. <br />And though it had <br />sweet words to say, <br />I thought <br />the time too soon. <br /> <br />I then felt <br />Death in December chill <br />When all the <br />dead leaves sigh. <br />And though this <br />meeting was a thrill, <br />I found the <br />cost too high. <br /> <br />I left with <br />Death one <br />rainy morn <br />with no time <br />left to stall. <br />And like the <br />day this soul <br />was born, <br />I felt no pain at all.<br /><br />WILFRED JOHN<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-first-met-death-one-cool-bandh-day/
