Mel Brake Poet Free verse

Death Makes a Call

Death has a habit of waiting
Death is very patience

My Mother has a saying-
when your number is called then your time is up
But Death is tolerant and is more like a friend

Last night at 5:58 pm Death called me on my home phone
Death is also clever and disguised himself
My called ID showed my name and number but when I answered
Death was on the other end

I was very afraid that Death was calling me
Maybe my number was up
But Death said that he was calling for a friend
who has refused to die and was too frighten to left go
And would I have a word

I saw Death in a new light
A kinder and friendlier Death
And one who may not sting

Death said goodbye and I said that I would put in a good word
But I asked Death to do me a favor and try not to call for me too soon

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