PLEA TO DEATH
PLEA TO DEATH
Go slow, will you?
I need time to grieve
I promise not to linger
And keep my eulogies brief
Like autumn leaves they fall
I need time to weep
To rummage through the memories
And select the ones to keep
These are my friends departing
Give me a while to bid goodbye
I had not prepared my heart for this
It was not their time to die
So will you rest your scythe
Pause for a day or two
Just let me gather my strength
Before I begin to shatter anew