I once knew a man
\nWho was good and nice as one could be
\nA friendly ear when trouble comes
\nA sagely advice from time to time<\/p>\n
One night death knocked at\u00a0his door
\nThe man offered death a seat
\n“Dear Death” he said,
\n“tarry a little for the night is cold
\nand a cup of tea would do a soul a world of good”<\/p>\n
So death sat by the fire and sipped on freshly brewed tea
\nwhile the\u00a0man told tales from his past
\nComfort soon made death drowsy
\nAnd while he fought to stay awake
\nThe man grabbed him by the throat<\/p>\n
“What do you want of me?”, asked death,
\n“For you know I cannot die.
\nBut the tea was good and the tales were better
\nSo I will give you a chance to change my mind”<\/p>\n
So the man told death tales of lost love and regret,
\nof lost chances never to be regained
\nSo death patted the man on the head and said,
\n“Not today, I will visit the old crow down the road,
\nSee that you set your affairs in order,
\nfor you know not when next I will come.”<\/p>\n
So the man found love and settled his past debts
\nand was as happy as a man can be in this world of ours.<\/p>\n
Many years passed and death would from time to time drop by,
\nAnd bid the man good health,
\nAnd sometimes stay for a cup of freshly brewed tea.
\nFor death had grown fond of him.
\nHe was one of the very few who feared not death
\ndeep in his heart where truths hide.<\/p>\n
One cold and blustery night,
\nwhile lightening rent the skies
\nand thunder clapped the ears of frightened tots
\nDeath came knocking at the door
\nThe old man opened to find death standing there
\nwith cap in hand and head slightly bowed
\n“My old friend”, the old man said.
\n“I am frail and slightly bent,
\nbut who am I to complain?
\nI have lived and enjoyed life.
\nThe night is cold and wet,
\nwon’t you tarry a little and have a cup of tea?”<\/p>\n
So death sat again by the fire, in a comfortable chair and holding a cup of tea.
\nWhile the old man told tales from a life lived to the full
\nDeath was soon asleep, and the old man watched his weary brow
\nand let him alone till it was almost dawn
\nThen he shook death awake and bid him rise
\n“It’s almost dawn.
\nLet us leave before the house awakes,
\nit is better that way, and we have a journey to make.”<\/p>\n
So death bid the old man rest a while.
\nAnd soon he was in peaceful repose.
\nAnd with his hand on the old man’s shoulder,
\ndeath opened the door and whispered with respect
\n“After you my old friend.”<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
I once knew a man Who was good and nice as one could be A friendly ear when trouble comes A sagely advice from time to time One night death knocked at\u00a0his door The man offered death a seat “Dear … Continue reading