Mr Death

I saw Mr Death the other day,
and said I have a few things to say to you.
For starters, I am not coming with you.
You can pull all you want,
but I will resist all the way.
There are too many things that I have to do.
Before I think of going with you,
I am in debt to too many friends.
Until those debts are paid,
you can go and whistle,
because I am not coming with you.
There are also too many things
I have yet to achieve.
Therefore, you might as well leave me alone,
until I have them done.
So Mr Death I am saying goodbye to you.
Come back in about forty years time,
I might just have about everything done by then.

(7 October 2007)

poem by David Harris
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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