mother I expected to come through the door”
The clock on the mantle
Struck half past ten
The hour to retire for
Most women and men
I listened to the clock
Heard a knock on the door
I looked no one was there
Half past two still awake
With nothing to do
Half past four I fell asleep
Forgetting the mother I had
Expected to come through the
Door
A gust of wind blew through
The window
Death came in with a shroud
On his face
He came to take me
Not yet was my plea I have
More to do, much to undo
Death agreed to let me stay
He gathered his cloak about
Him and went on his way
I suddenly awoke knowing
This was just a dream!
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