Forgive me

Twas on a night of December The 25th, I do remember When a young man knelt inside his house Alcoholic drink, down his throat spent It was easy for me to know where his thoughts went For here he told his secrets deep Here he cried about wife and children lost About his heart, a bitter chunk of frost About his friends who now shun him About his car which he did wreak Which his insurance did not give a speck And his house which was in shambles Here he yelled, to God, to anyone could hear him To anyone and anything he’s seen on film To everyone who has existed, even those dead But most of all he cried to me I, Death, he did not want to flee But he was not on my list Now this you must understand I would not have stopped here without some demand For I was not due at his door Some people to death do crawl Especially after some big fall But he merely needed one small push So I knelt by his form And soothed his raging storm With a hug given, both real and felt Here I had awakened the fire bright I returned in him his desperate fight And melted his icy heart His heart, though still sore Prompted his thanks to implore To those forces to him unknown While his soul I will one day keep Right then only two words did I reap The two words “forgive me” And the “please” didn’t hurt