DEATH

Death came to me one day

Early in the month of May

He said that it was time to go

Why, I did not know.

I stopped him, to find out what I had done.

Why was he doing this? Just for fun?

“No,” he whispered quietly to me,

“Listen and you will see.

Sooner or later each life must end

So come’ let me be our friend.”

To me it seemed very unfair

But to protest, I did not dare.

I slowly reached out to grasp his hand

As the setting sun cast shadows on the land.

I wondered about life upon this earth

I realized then that death was really birth.