When Death Calls
A Poem
When Death came for him
he thought it was a dream
surely it's not what it seems
death calling as a whim.
Your time is up, old man
Death said.
But why? I'm healthy as a horse
No, your heart's about to stop.
It's unfair.
Unfair?
Listen, old man, as you well know
I come for everyone
when it's their time to go
whether pauper or prince
I come to collect and guide
them to the other side.
The old man sighed and died
and Death then led him
to the other side.
And Karma waits patiently.
I hope you're not planning to go anytime soon, Fred. No one could call life perpetually easy, considering all the hardship and suffering that goes with those rare enough moments of real joy. And yet, so few are ever in any real hurry to leave! Why is that? Do most people secretly believe that there is nothing beyond this hellhole?