When Death Sat Next To Me
When Death sat next to me,
I thought she looked familiar.
I asked, "Have we met?"
Elegant and attractive in black,
she offered a sad smile,
her luscious lips glossed in red
tilted slightly at the edges.
"Oh, yes, I've walked many
a long mile by your side."
~first stanza of a poem by Vivian Zabel
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