Visiting Death


A weak, old man laid on his bed,
The father of a merchant, lavishly fed,

But he looked like as, he had lost the desire,
To live and see his son aspire.

The old man was ill, he sent word for his lad
The boy was grieved but he managed to look glad,
But the boy broke down and managed to say,
"Don't leave father, don't go away."

The son looked sorrowfully at the bed,
The father spread a smile and said-
"I can hide from death an year or a two:
But then eventually he will get me too"

"Why live more and die painfully?
While I had enjoyed my life and will die happily,
My son, death is a merchant who trades time with pain,
Why shall I live more and let him gain?" 

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