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Death Is A Gentleman...

Look over your shoulder
See what is there
The air is much colder
You've stand-up hair

Nothing to see here
But you hear its' breath
Hello my sweet dear
It's me, your own death

I'm not ready to go yet
There's so much to do
Wouldn't make a bet
I was going to see you

Don't take it unkind
But, I don't want to go
If you really don't mind
I'm scared, you know?

"It doesn't hurt much
There is nothing to fear
So welcome my touch
I'll be gentle my dear"

Found dressed in her best
As she lay on her bed
Like she's having a rest
Not like she was dead

A smile on her face
Peaceful it seems
She went with grace
Following dreams

He waited like a gentleman
"My choice when and where
I did it because I can
And I chose to care"

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Structured: Western
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What did you think of the rhythm or pattern or pacing?
How was the beginning/ending of the poem?
Last few words: 
After hearing about people found dead in their homes from Covid-19; I remembered a story about a woman in a small town where I lived, who was found like this. Her house was all tidied up and she was found lying on her bed like she was just taking a nap.
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when it's time for one to go, there's no use balking. After all. death waits for no one. I'm keeping my bags in readiness.
Nicely written poem about merciful Mr. Death who ends all suffering. Jerry

packed bags
suggest take digits only

since you can't take it with you, I'm not going to bother packing, I'll go just as I am. Although, he might want me to cover this old naked body with a towel at least. But then again, I suppose that he has seen us in much worse shape than I am in. ~ Geezer.
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He waited for her. Just a while, but I thought it very kind that he did. As for me, I think that I will go using my last [what there is of it] breath to tell him to eff off, I'll come when I'm ready, go on without me. I'll catch up later. ~ Geezer.
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nicely written your rhyme flows nicely

Let your mercy spill on all those
burning hearts in hell( L.Cohen)

It's all about the rhyme, it's all about the rhyme. Well, not all, but if I am going to use it, I will make it the best I can. ~ Gee.
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As we get older, these conversations seem to come more naturally, at least they do for me. I like that Death is a gentleman, gentle and kind, offering nothing to fear. Your poem is introspective without going too deep.
Thank you!
L

although the thanks are appreciated. Yes, these conversations do seem to come more naturally. I can't say I'm looking forward to it, but neither am I convinced that I will escape it by ignoring the fact that it will get here sooner or later. Thanks for the read and comment. ~ Geezer.
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Another great write try to read I'll be gentle "my" dear I think it could make death sound.more personal? A sad story but excellent write. Imagery excellent. I got the chills

Thank you...Teddy

Thank you for pointing out my little slip in the rhythm of that line. You are right, it does sound more personal and keeps the rhythm better. Not so sad really, I would hope that I could be as graceful as that when I go, but as I have said previously, I think I will probably use my last breath to tell Dr. Death to come back later. LoL Glad that I could elicit such a response in you
or anyone, it gives me joy to think that I have had that great of an influence on a person's emotions. ~ Geezer.
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comments and reading it over again several times, I decided that the now last stanza was not in keeping with the rhythm of the previous and after verses, so I decided that it needed to be placed at the end where it had a presence of it's own. I also changed the wording a little bit so that it isn't so much of a change in the rhythm. I think I like it much better this way. What do you think? ~ Geezer.
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Excellent and I love your title I forgot to say

Thank you...Teddy

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