When death did pass                  
By me I swear                          
I saw my reflection                    
Sitting there                              

Then death, or I, did                  
Speak to me                            
That I should come                    
Aboard with thee                      

I climbed the carriage.
Yes, its true,
Because I knew not
What to do.

I smiled gently and
Laughed a bit
For death, I thought,
Would be less quick.

The carriage stopped
Again, you see.
I turned to look
At Death or me.

But when I looked,
I saw instead
My life, my past
Before the dread.


I saw the things
I loved the most.
I looked, through tears,
For Death, my host.

I could not find
Death anywhere.
All I could do
Was sit and stare.

I watched with
memories of delight.
And regretted much
My hasty flight.