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Oct 2010
Hello old friend
Step across the door and have coffee with me.
It’s been so long since we have talked.
Sit at my table and I’ll get the cups,
How many sugars do you take?
Ah I remember, black, you still haven’t changed.
Now what brings you to this part of town?
You’re usually prolonged at the hospital seeing the sick.
All in good time I suppose.
Won’t you let me take your coat, and let us sit by the fire?
I have caught an awful draft in this kitchen.

Sit here and ill throw another log into the fire,
I can’t believe you wouldn't let me take your coat
The temperature will soar in a moment.

You were always a man of few words,
So I guess I’ll talk.
It’s been a long year
The days have worn like the shoes of the drifter
This has left me feeling ragged.
Many acquaintances I once had have passed in to the life after
And has left me a lonely old soul
But the sickness hasn't found my bed yet.
And I have my health to look forward to.

My friend I find it quiet rude
To sit in the house of a friend and not speak.
What keeps your tongue?
Conversations are no good to be one sided.

****, where must this draft enter from?
It has followed from the kitchen
And cut through the warmth of the fireplace,
And found the tips of my toes and fingers.
You look pale. Are you sick?
Have you come down with the sickness?
You must leave if you have
For I do not wish to pass from this life!

I am not your friend, I do not know you.
I come because it is your time.
You see you are not in the good health you feel
You must realize that you are dead and I am your keeper.
© Nathaniel Justice 2010
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