Death dropped by this morning With espresso in a mug Not a dainty little demitasse And he sat down on my rug His face was rough with stubble But I didn't ask him why Some things you just don't ask So I let some time run by
In course he gazed upon me And in a hoarse voice spoke “I really do not mean you harm It's just that when I woke I found that I was lonely And I hoped you wouldn't mind If I dropped by for just a while - If that's not out of line.”
“You see I know about you, I've seen you once or twice And I watched you comfort others And I thought that you seemed nice So though your own appointment Is a fair time away I hoped you might allow me A few moments here today”
“I know that people fear me Though I never knew just why I do a vital service I'm really a nice guy Do people really want to live Forever without end? Because that's not as good as it Might sound to you, my friend.”
“The life you live is precious But it's not all that there is You can take my word on that Or if you like, take His There really is a purpose And I'm part of the plan Even though you might not see It from this mortal land.”
You may not think all of this real But I tell now, it's what he claimed And when he finished up his mug I feared I would be maimed But that much of his words were true He did no harm as he did say As for the rest, who knows for sure I guess we'll see another day.
This poem started with just the first two lines - they popped into my head as I was making espresso the other morning and the rest, well, it kind of took me by surprise.