About the Poem
We meet Death at different times throughout our lives, largely ignoring her siren call - until the day we, like all living things, must answer.
I First Met Death
|I first met Death one cool Spring night
While watching shadows grow.
And though she was a lovely sight,
I did not want to go.
I next saw Death one summer's day
With sun so high at noon.
And though she had sweet words to say,
I thought the time too soon.
I then felt Death in Autumn's 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 winter's morn
With no time left to stall.
And like the day this soul was born,
I felt no pain at all.
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