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."