Chance Death

How, many more times shall we meet Standing in stares and feet to feet Negotiations done in the year of Seven We agreed you’d take only the forbidden Now here you are to collect your due Chance Death have a deal, AND ....and it’s true… ” They’ll come for you too. “ They walk in pairs… They enjoy cold beers And offer Smoke on the table it’s a measure of the stable but make sure… that the smoke is yours. and Why am I hear, you might just ask After an encounter with Death’s own past… Sitting still when we talked the night Listening still when he talked of light Checking Time until five before nine Death was alive but quiet his friend I noticed… and I noticed to the end That while Death spoke to make his case Never did Chance give way his face All hands clasped on the table in talk Eyes shifting sides as the air got thick Motion slowing to the speed of his lips… Then I turned to Chance and asked exactly, this. ” Take my card ” he offered to me ” Call on us ” if you’re ever in need ” May I have your blessing and use your bathroom please? “ ... know, this is not the night… Always a great time but to die I’ll knot So I took his card and I made it my heart And then they left, by way of the gate. I remain to say, nothings ever too late.