My life is a fickle thing
I strive to carry on
be the best I can be
but in all honesty
if Death came rapping at my door
scythe poised to strike
I don't think I would beg for more
wouldn't grovel and plea
I'd stand on two feet and greet him
with a devilish grin
slyly say,
"Hello old friend,
let the adventure
begin."