As I laid me down on my bassinet
Exhausted and strung out,
With diaphoresis of apprehension dripping
I was consumed by thoughts of
my last journey.
With heavy feet, I dragged myself
to the watershed, to wash off the fear
on my face.
But to my astonishment, on the mirror
There was Death with a wide toothed grin.
Then to the road, I steered my automobile
Propelled it faster and further away
To run away from Death.
But when I turned around
Death was staring back at me.
Off to the church, I went.
With the belief that with prayer
He will go away,
But as soon as I entered
He was already there, standing at the pulpit.
At home, finally at peace with everything
I heard a knock on the door.
I opened to be met by the eyes of Death.
And I let him take my hand
And walked with him to the unknown.