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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