Kick the Calendar
Take a ride to the other World
To stretch the Leathers
To leave your Feathers

A lady with a scythe has Visited
Leave the World
To listen to the crickets Sing
To have a garden Growing

Finish one's Day
Lower the curtain of Life
To be three meters Under
To take a Blunder

Candle gets Extinguished
Say goodbye to one's Life
To kick empty Space
To accept the Emprace

of Death