By Jim Burns
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When I was young
Death was old
and due to its wisdom
was in control.
I was sick
and didn’t care
so Death grew bored
and left me there.
As months turned to years
it followed me
a jungle beast
toying with prey,
until again it tired of me
and went away,
and I sported
the immortal’s armor
for many a year,
but Death again
is on the hunt,
I hear it
I smell it
I’ll feel it one day,
and now that I’m old
Death
seems again young
and back
in control.
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