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If death arrives...
Let it not come as a stranger;
In fearsome garb that cannot be recognized.
Let it arrive gently, softly masked
In the serenity of my acceptance.
For who would readily admit
That death would be a welcome friend?
Who would accept death with joyful abandon?
If death arrives...
Let it come quickly and completely;
Not lingering in shadows of indecision.
No point in pretending it will not happen;
For death is as sure as being alive.
Though death may come softly
It leaves shattered bereavement
On those who must witness it.
Strong men crying like little babies.
Strong women weeping in their souls.
When death should come....
Let it find me ready.