Death stopped me on the road
And held out his hand,
Underneath his shrouds and robes
Was a young faced man.
"You look awfully good for death,"
I told the handsome guy.
"You're awfully old for living," he said,
"Are you ready to die?"
"I'm not sure who you think you are,"
I told Death with a wink,
"Thinking you can come and sweep me off my feet,
Without first buying me a drink."
Death maintained his grim façade
But I could see the smile in his eyes
"Alright, a drink, because business is good,
I will even buy."
We continued down the road
Til we reached a bar,
My arthritic bones were achy, If only
Death had had a car.
"Aprés vous," young Death told me
As he held the door,
"Merci Monsieur," I told him, I hadn't been
In France since '64.
"A brandy for me, and a gin tonic," Death
Ordered, "Will be the young Lady's."
"I haven't been a young lady," I said,
"For quite a while, Hades."
Death shrugged, "Who cares? Age doesn't
Have any bearing with me.
For all I care, when someone dies
They're as easily ten as ninety three."
Our drinks came and Death and I talked,
We bantered some about life,
I couldn't say if he enjoyed it, but
One drink soon turned to five.
After countless drinks and quite some time,
Enough to make a drunk unsteady,
"Well," Death said, "You've had your drink,
Now are you ready?"
"I'm good and ready," I told Death, "Of me
A coward is what you think,
I'm no coward, no I simply
Wanted one more drink."
