Pale Moon Lady at the gate
You are early, I am not late
I refuse your proffered charms
Refuse to slip into your arms
See, I’m happy; see, I thrive
Days are numbered; I’m alive
Be gone, don’t haunt me, please don’t tease
My time’s not yet to rest in peace.
crispina kemp 
Such a poignant poem Crispina
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Thank you 🙂
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You’re welcome
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🙂
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No pushing time! Let it comes as it will.
Lovely, Crisp!
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Thanks. But I do prefer Lady Death not to appear just yet
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Oh no. She can stay away for a good bit, thank you very much!
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Indeed yes
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🙂
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That is a nice one with a great ring to it!!
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Thank you, Judy. I do confess I’m pleased with this
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Love this, a great poem for the prompt
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Thank you. 🙂
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A beautiful poem, but I’d prefer her to stay away for a while longer, too.
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I think we all do… except those terminally ill and painfully suffering
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