(A reworking of the poem by EMILY DICKINSON – as
suggested in the prompt of #napowrimo )
Because there’s no time to
stop for death,
he agreed kindly to stop for
me.
The carriage held just ourselves
and immortality.
We slowly drove as he needn’t
haste
and I had to put away
my labor and my rest
for his respect.
©ArchanaSarat2015
:) nice rework.
ReplyDeleteThank you Janaki, but I realised rework is not my cup of tea!
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