Death Poem by Danny Ballan

I wandered once and there I smiled
When to my face, smiled death.
And the only reason I might for have cried
Was to know it was never to come.

We sat for a moment and talked for another;
We recollected the joys of our history,
And down all the misery since the cry of my mother;
We chatted long and never felt lonesome.

He told me the histories of mighty kings
Who thought his day they might never see,
And the people consumed by bright shiny rings
Of more they thought there could never be boredom.

He also talked of the heartbroken miserables
Who prayed for long for him to come by;
Escaping the rages and unfairness of constables.
For eternal feasts longed the hungry tired of the crumbs.

He then excused that the time of chatting was over
And held my hand gently and helped me on.
He then embraced me deeply like a lover;
I felt peace at last and my senses were numb.