Meeting with Death

I met a stranger at the door
Surely I had seen this stranger before
The way he walked the clothes he wore
Well I'm sure he'd be a colossal bore
My memory is not a reliable thing
I pondered long and deep within
Where oh where had I seen him

Sitting in the little church listening
To the requiem that the choir sings
It fell into place all the queries within
It was master Death that I'd let in
He was my friend and this is no whim
Very polite, a wondrous thing
No taking place before I did
He held my chair so that I might sit
Answered with madam and aim to please
Yes we sat there together totally at ease
It was a marvellous thing to see
How death he flattered and complimented me

Well we sat together for quite a while
I dared not move so I did bide
But then said death quite firmly to me
Madam he said it's plain to see
That you know rightly who Icould be
So now madam let's cut the comedy
It's time that we went so come with me.

copywrite Lila Joseph.