When you think of death you say- <br />Death please go, just go away <br />But you see, my love so sweet <br />Death has a job- and a quota to meet- <br />So as he swings you yell out and say- <br />Please oh please, is there any other way <br />But my dear, he's come for you <br />Painful thought- but ever so true <br />And yet he takes you as you say- <br />Please oh please not today <br />And look through those sorrowful tears <br />Your words have reached his cold boney ears <br />Now with his attention on you, you say- <br />I'm not ready to die oh please let me stay <br />And with a grin, and devilish look <br />Across your face his scythe he took <br />So now your dead, no words to say- <br />Cold on the ground now you do lay <br /><br />Jacob Hill<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/death-will-always-win/
