Author Mary Carolyn Davies The dead make rules, and I obey I too shall be dead some day. Youth and maid who, past my death, Have within your nostrils breath, I pray you, for my own pain's sake, Break the rules that I shall make! Tags Short Poems Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments