I was sitting in my living room
when death knocked at my door.
He said he would like to come in
and I asked " What for?"
He said " My name is Mr. Death
and I've got a job to do."
I said " What is this job you have?"
He said " My dear, It's you."
I stood there in the doorway.
Shaking a dreadful lot.
He said " Kindly move,
Outside is very hot."
I let him in with hesitation.
I feared what may come next.
Death noticed me and said
" My dear, why so perplexed?"
I said "I'm not ready yet!
I've got a great life!"
He said "I'm very sorry."
His calmness causing me strife.
He came close to me.
A sickle in his hand.
He said" Any last words
requests, or demands?"
I said " I don't want to go!"
Trepidation in my voice.
He said, with annoyance,
" You've really got no choice."
He pulled out a book
from his pocket deep.
But when he flipped the page
he nearly jumped ten feet.
I said " What's the matter?"
as he looked quite distressed.
He said " I am very sorry dear
I've got the wrong address!"
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Raven Songs: A collection of poetry by Angel Marquez
PoetryA collection of Poetry that I wrote. PLEASE please please do not steal my work. (you probably wouldn't want to anyway)