I Hear Thunder, I Hear-Rain Poem by Mark Heathcote

I've too much to live for
there's such a variety of new things
I really want to explore.
Every emotion, all these feelings
I hear thunder, I hear-rain
and the pitter-patter of my heart
like a locomotive train.
I can't escape Charon's barge.

No, today is not my time
I'll not let omens of destruction
rule, shape my feeble mind
'sod Deaths idle and empty seduction'.
I hear thunder, I hear-rain
and the pitter-patter of my heart
like a locomotive train.
No, my winding-sheet Death, you cannot starch.

I am not ready to fall...
Evil portents chose another, and dance,
Dance alone I, hate your gall...
Tell Charon today I have no finance.
I've no will to leave these shores
I'll forfeit my life another day,
So he cans just-rest-his oars
I've too much life and love to repay.