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!
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