Lunita Blanca Poet Rhyme

Death's Agenda

DEATH’S AGENDA 

I called for death to come for me,
My pain and sadness were severe.
But death failed to heed my plea,
For she was somewhere having tea

I called for death to come for me,
My soul whimpered for relief.
But death was busy elsewhere,
And had no time for me.

Now I have neither pain nor cares,
For they have run their course.
My sadness also vanished,
And my heart has no remorse.

Now I am happy and feel free,
Looking at the morning sun. 
It was then that death came and said,"
You need to come with me."

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Patricia Cresswell January 1, 2018 at 1:54 PM Death hears our call but knows the predefined time when it must come. We have forgotten these things we pass through the veil of birth. I like your way of writing. Lunita Blanca January 1, 2018 at 2:03 PM Thanks. We either go to death or death comes to us.