A Rendezvous With Death

I had a rendezvous with death. He came up to my bed post one night and said “Its time to cross over to the other side” I shivered and cried and pleaded not now! “It’s too soon, to you I will not bow!” His cold hand came upon my chest To squeeze out the life from my breath Drops of sweat ran down my head, I fought, I yelled and hell I was scared “Cuckoo Cuckoo” what is that I hear? I force my eyes open “Its six o’clock dear!” I smile at the pretty face of my wife Oh what a night of tussle and strife!