[Christ]

I wrote this one tonight after mentally making a list of tasks I have ahead of me for the next couple days:

Death can Wait
I know of a man; Too busy to die
He woke each day to more chores on his mind
For each Score he worked, not a minute of rest
He surely would grind himself to his death
He took not a breath, break, nor a bow
Ne'er did he wipe the sweat from his brow
His hands they were rough and worn from the labor
All this toil, not ever a favor
Death knocked at my door, and I told him to wait
Work's left undone, can't die on this day!

I'll post more as I get the feeling for it if anyone's interested.

People reading: Please don't steal my stuff. It's just plain rude, and I have dated copies of all of it anyway, so I'll win.