I have met with Death, it showed no care for me:
It looked me face to face, but left me alone.
Suppose it knows Life's plan for me
And knows he cannot interfere...
Yet.
Life and I run away from him.
I antagonize it and Life challenges me.
And Death? He sits back watching the show.
When he comes for me, if it is before my beloved,
I will push and fight and kick and scream
And will not
go.