Death Came By Poem by Clyde King

Death came by the other day.
He said "forget all this
And come away."

I pondered his words and asked him why?
"Don't you know? You're going to die! "

Well, yes, I know that day will appear.
Will it be today, next week, or maybe a year?

Nobody knows when they'll take their last breath.
It's useless to worry about the day of your death.

It will come and go, and you'll be forgotten
In year or so.

I told Mr. Death "you're wasting my time.
Go away, don't bother me.
I've got to finish this rhyme."

Sept.2020