Unwelcomed is that constant caller, Death,
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Ever unprejudiced in His duty.
He attends upon evey final breath,
Whether it be man, child, beast or beauty.
Assured and deliberate in His concerns,
His victims all, of that we are certain,
Yet some have time to cash in on returns,
Others, no chance fo drawing their curtains.
Those Death does pass, do their own lives despise,
So unprepared when Death pays His respects.
To weaken pulse with vain protests and cries,
Is mad, condemns the world, each soul to vex.
Let us not blame this most diligent Clerk,
Instead, let's live to encumber His work.
It's not easy having a good time. Even smiling makes my face ache.- Frank N. Furter.