Death's Invitation Poem by Frank Adie

One certainty I know will befall me
As I journey along life's road: is death.

When will it come?
Where will it happen?
And how? I do not know.

Where will I be?
What will I be doing?
What will I be thinking?
I know not either.

I know I will die, but I don't know when,
And even when I die,
I will not know that I am dead.
Death, you are mysterious.

Each time I look at my life's schedule,
I see the invitation you extended to me
The day I was born.
An invitation to dine with you,
An invitation which's date, time and venue, I do not know.
Aninvitation to die, which I must honour.
Even though it's against my wish.

Poor me! Created without an option,
Having no power to resist you
I will keep the date.
See you then.