<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=582893" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>When Death</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">(Yet another early work - one month shy of 17) </div><div style="margin:10px 0">When death is coming up your walk, <br> And you're unaware of his escence, <br>You invite him in, and have a talk<br> Which reeks of omniprescence</div><div style="margin:10px 0">When death is sitting in your home<br> And you're enchanted by his smile<br>He's been to places like Paris and Rome, <br> You ask him to stay awhile</div><div style="margin:10px 0">When death is leaning very near, <br> And your house is all aglow, <br>He whispers something in your ear, <br> You know it's time to go</div><div style="margin:10px 0">When death is touching you all around<br> And he plays within your head, <br>You cannot see, nor hear a sound, <br> You know you'll soon be dead</div><div style="margin:10px 0">When death becomes a part of you, <br> In the still of night<br>There is nothing you can do, <br> Until you see the light</div><div style="margin:10px 0">When death takes you to the place<br> Where you'll see the light, <br>You will not find a familiar face, <br> But you'll be too tired to fight</div><div style="margin:10px 0">When death begins to say good bye<br> And says you're on your own<br>You watch the light, and then you sigh - <br> You see how bright it's grown</div><div style="margin:10px 0">When death gets up, and walks through the light<br> (Which feels like half-melted ice) <br>You follow him through to discover your plight<br> And find you're in paradise</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Michael+Troy+Buffo">Michael Troy Buffo</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=582893" data-title="When Death de Michael Troy Buffo" data-description="(Yet another early work - one month shy of 17) When death is coming up your walk, And you're unaware of his escence, You invite him in, and have a talk Which reeks of omniprescence When death is sitting in your home And you're enchanted by..."></div> </div> </div>

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