when death comes like the hungry bear in autumn
when death comes and takes all her brtght coins from her purse
to buy me, and snaps her purse shut
I want to look upon all as scales of a fire breathing dragon
and each creature as precious
when it's all over I want to say that I learned to be amazed
that I learned to take the dragon in my arms
when it's over I don't want to wonder if it was worth it
I don't want to find myself frightened, or full of argument
I want to end up saying
earth was a great place to visit
but I wouldn't want to live there forever
(apologies to Mary Oliver)
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