Death Came Calling Poem by David Beckham

Death came calling
To a young mind, this event dismissed as false
Faith healed the world I believe
Lazarus did rise, I know
Hope like air gave me life

Take Me. Not Him.
Give him his life, take mine
Trade or switch?
What makes sense therefore?
His legacy or mine?

To his bed side I recount
Life like “Gulliver’s”
Bright steps, like a Michael Jackson's “Billie Jean”
Benevolent works like “Mother Theresa”
But here his body and soul begged, “Lord help me”

The men in white tried everything
The other men in white tried everything
So did the other men in white
A dose of spirituality, Christianity and science
Hark! The herald angels sing; “Houston we got a problem”


More visits, more heart breaks
Once a heavy weight now a feather weight
Confrontations with anger, frustrations a part of my emotions
He looked me in the eye and my tears betray all hope of his survival
Mute, speechless he laid there in peace

And then the curtain call
Far from drama this is
Quietly in class, a question is asked
“Was that your dad in the news? ”
Like Peter I replied, “No! ”

Run? Cry? Hide?
Death came calling
To a young mind, this event dismissed as false
Faith healed the world I believe
Heal me from tears, heal me from my fears