All the Living
Posted by Brad Osborne on November 27, 2022 · 10 Comments
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Death has waited too long
To win in fatal sport
Life is more of a sprint
Time is always short
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Dawdled and dallied
The reaper running late
While I have fully lived
There is nothing left to take
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I have gulped from life
Till stomach may burst
Drank more than a share
Bore no unsated thirst
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I had seen grim hand
When I was but young
I could hear the ticking
Knew how game was won
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So, knock when you must
I will greet you at the door
I have bested you, my friend
What all the living was for
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commonsensiblyspeaking 
not time for you to answer the door yet
The pizza delivery guy can’t even find me. I have no worries….🤣
I’m glad you have lived a life of experiences, but I hope it’s a long while before he comes knocking at your door.
Why is death a “he”? Asking for a friend….😁
You are right, I should not assume gender. Death could very well be a woman. Either way, THEY better stay a way for a long while!
I will not be around here anymore when the reaper comes to call on you. I can only hope that we’re both traveling the same road after we leave this place so we can still be together!
That is so sweet, sis! You find out when Heaven’s visiting hours are, and I will look into Hell’s PTO policy.
Such good rhymes here, but don’t answer the door anytime soon. Add me to the list of those hoping to someday have a book in hand written by you.
That is such a sweet thing to say. Thank you, Bridgette. You are on my list for a signed copy!
Yes!