He who feared death dragged his feet,
He who craved death ran.
Me myself, I took my time
To meet the honored man.
It made no difference, really,
Each in their own time came.
And if I chose to see the sights?
He did not seem to blame.
And so I smelled each flower,
And bowed to every tree,
And to each stream I tipped my hand,
As it hurried carelessly.
And when I finally reached that place
Where Death, my keeper, stood?
I knew him by his smile,
And death, like life, was good.
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