The Young Man Poem by Sandra Martyres

The Angel of Death
Knocked on his door
“Are you ready? ” he asked
The young man said “No”

The Angel disappeared
Only to reappear later
“I spoke to God” he said
“You have one more chance”

The young man still fuzzy
Said “Any terms and conditions”
The Angel replied softly
“Only true contrition” will do

“That’s not really fine with me”
The young man retorted
“If by definition it would mean
Saying sorry and coming clean”

The Angel grimly stated
“Young man you are an ingrate
If pleasure is all that you want
I fear that you have sealed your fate”

The young man was quick to reply
“Really, God I do not mean to defy
But seriously it would be difficult
For me to turn over a new leaf”

The tired angel quietly vanished
While the young man imagined
That soon he would be banished
From all the good things on earth

He sighed and readied himself
For the worst - a torturous journey
To hell, hoping to catch up at least
With friends from his colourful past