Whose Turn?

When Death visits an extended family

It seems it doesn't stop at one

It seems to take one or two more

Before his visit is done.

When he visits a community

It seems that the deaths happen in three's

At least that is what the old folks say

It could be the neighbor down the street

Or it could be you or me.

One thing about his visit though

Is that we are all assured of a turn

No discrimination here

So let's be ready at all costs...

For I never did even like 

The feel of an earthly burn

So, I say just get our lives together

And for our journey, be prepared

This is one unexpected trip for

Which we, fellowman, do not 

Want to be taken unawares.

Just sayin'...

1. To ponder: And what did you say brimstone was?

2. The tree of life?

Until next we meet...