MystikAngel

 Because I Would Not Stop for Death By Jocelyn Dorsey Because I would not stop for Death-- He tried to stop for me-- His Carriage waited by my door Like the grim reaper from TV. I slowly peered--He stood in wait, And I wanted to escape- I would not go with him Today-- An' I ran out the back gate. The grim man--He chuckled--and then Into his Carriage he hopped-- To catch the old lady--who Thought that Death could be stopped. I darted down the nearest road And thought that I was free-- Suddenly the man--called Death-- Came strolling beside me. I tried to run but He was fast And snagged me in his cart-- Then hurried off into