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Death, An old friend, as old as life, We met soon after my birth He liked to play games with me “Be ready” he said “I am coming for you” I waited, was all ready to go, no fear, no agony, no regrets Typhus was a serious matter back then I was a child of four but last minute He changed his mind and Let me be He returned later on though Impressive he was, scary, I was a youth now Knew, I had a lot to lose, all life was before me But what could I do? He is the boss I fought back, after the accident, He seemed to like my fighting He played cat and mouse for a while but in the end Let me go with a warning “Next time will be your last” I nodded, He smiled Years passed I didn’t see or heard of him all that time Ready was I to welcome my daughter Anxiously, was waiting the marvelous moment Suddenly, the door he knocked “Here I am again!” He shouted “You have chosen the worst of times” I told him “Any time is a good time for me” He retorted “Wait for her to be born, at least” I begged him “Ok, you have nine months” “Thank you, you so generous” Finally, he let me off the hook again Why? I do not know! Probably, the cancer was not that aggressive Probably, because he knows I am his, so he likes to play: To scare people as it gives him prestige and status! Since my daughter’s birth I had some more skirmishes with death: Melanoma, Apnea, cancerous cells, But each time he let me go Now, I do not care I am not afraid of him anymore We have become buddies We jock and laugh He plays the terrible master I play the intrepid servant You see, my mortal friends, we must keep up The appearances This is the game of life and death A game that no matter who loses, Life is always the winner for even after we die We live! Cheer up! There he comes again Smiling and cheerful he is, as never before “Hi pal!” “You look great” “So do you” I replied We embrace each other for that what pals do! “It is such a fun to have old friends like you.” I mused! “Let’s have a beer before going” He suggested “Why not” I replied “ I am not in a hurry!” He laughed and so did I What a great guy! What a PAL! I could even give my …soul to HIM! Haha! Performance Over Curtains down See you later I am certain about this! The same game I will play with my pal Once more! I would even write a poem about it But Under a different name! I will keep you post! Enjoy life Here and in the hereafter! © Demetrios Trifiatis 03 June 2016 *This is a biographical poem of mine! All health details are true! I am not afraid of dying but I do not look forward either! Not yet anyway! Haha!
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