Death Is A Friend Of Mine
Death is a friend of mine so I hear people say,
But I’ve never met him to this very day,
Although I am curious I shall not quicken the pace,
For I’d like him to meet me willingly face to face.
And now as I lay on this death bed of mine,
I stare at the clock as it ticks away my time,
Anxious to meet this so-called friend,
I fail to notice a figure standing in the dark end.
Now there is something that I failed to mention,
And it is something of crucial information,
When writing about Death I recommend,
Not assuming that it is a Man.
For if you offend Death in any way,
You might not go in the same array,
And do remember even Woman can kill,
As soon as I stop writing with my quill.
~ Anna Lim, 14
