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Array ( [sid] => 103477 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => THE MAN WITH THE SCYTHE. [time] => 2005-08-14 12:03:06 [hometext] => Written with an eye to the future [bodytext] => It's not time, Oh man of bone,

For you to come for me.

Whet your scythe with sharpening stone,

But go and let me be.

I told you once long years ago,

That I don't belong to you.

I have not changed my mind you know,

For this I will never do.

So steal away you man of bone,

Don't knock upon my door.

I have a will of granite stone,

With me you cannot score.

The pact I made with him on high,

Was for three score years and ten.

When that time is drawing nigh,

You can come for me then.

You cannot know, oh man of bone,

That life can be so sweet.

So go on your way, and go alone.

Until it is time for us to meet.

When you come with scythe so sharp,

Be quick to do your work.

Don't let me linger, I won't carp,

Or act like one berserk.

As I have lived, so will I die,

Stubborn like a mule.

And when you take me up on high,

I will call you a bloody fool.

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THE MAN WITH THE SCYTHE.

Contributed by bernard2 on Sunday, 14th August 2005 @ 12:03:06 PM in AEST
Topic: oops



It's not time, Oh man of bone,

For you to come for me.

Whet your scythe with sharpening stone,

But go and let me be.

I told you once long years ago,

That I don't belong to you.

I have not changed my mind you know,

For this I will never do.

So steal away you man of bone,

Don't knock upon my door.

I have a will of granite stone,

With me you cannot score.

The pact I made with him on high,

Was for three score years and ten.

When that time is drawing nigh,

You can come for me then.

You cannot know, oh man of bone,

That life can be so sweet.

So go on your way, and go alone.

Until it is time for us to meet.

When you come with scythe so sharp,

Be quick to do your work.

Don't let me linger, I won't carp,

Or act like one berserk.

As I have lived, so will I die,

Stubborn like a mule.

And when you take me up on high,

I will call you a bloody fool.





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Re: THE MAN WITH THE SCYTHE. (User Rating: 1 )
by MorningDove on Sunday, 14th August 2005 @ 01:45:18 PM AEST
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A will of iron and stubborness, lol. I love this post. I especially love the phrase "man of bone". It adds so much to the poem. Like you, my life has been promised to the Father and that will be where my spirit lies. This is really an excellent piece of work and gently presented.

Rita


Re: THE MAN WITH THE SCYTHE. (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Sunday, 14th August 2005 @ 02:45:09 PM AEST
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Hm good write.


Re: THE MAN WITH THE SCYTHE. (User Rating: 1 )
by Kellros on Sunday, 14th August 2005 @ 04:41:35 PM AEST
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Never say die!


Re: THE MAN WITH THE SCYTHE. (User Rating: 1 )
by thumper on Tuesday, 20th September 2005 @ 07:17:52 AM AEST
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You tell him, Bernard! I was hearing "The Devil Went Down to Georgia" in my head as I was reading this. Not sure why?? Excellent work as usual. Sorry I've been gone, but I'm trying to catch up now. What happened to the rest of your writes? Take care and don't give in to the man of bone. We all love you here.
Thumps ;o)




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