I can see Him
the specter of Death
In the corner
with a magazine

Patient fellow
He knows I'm not well

There's no hunger
just quiet waiting
I used to fear
Barely notice now

Patient fellow
Can't say I'm surprised

A part of Life
Not my favorite
But still a part
I'll manage a smile

Quiet watcher
I'm grateful for that

He doesn't glare
Doesn't smile either
We're old buddies
Friends of circumstance

Quiet watcher
I like it that way

Other people run
I don't see the point
Can't run from him
End up closer still

Peaceful Reaper
He knows me well

He's been waiting
Doesn't know how long
Could be a day
He will wait until--