Unscheduled
When Death came on a Thursday morning, I was unprepared, caught in a meeting. It came with no note,warning or invite, Just random ready to take me into its might It was nothing like I had imagined, It sat beside me, silent, cold and steady, Like some unshaken, truth, Yet never once asked if I was ready. I bargained, asking for a hundred things to finish, How could I, so easily, perish? I thought it would be something so special, When I, the most precious, would leave my earthly abode. There would be chaos,drama, a clash of swords, I asked Death, how could you dare? I have so much to live, so much to love, And so much left to care. When Death came to me on a Thursday morning, It was simple, cold, almost like a whisper. I choked, I screamed, I cried in despair, As it sat beside me, unmoved, unaware. All I wanted was to catch my breath one last time, Not for the big dreams, nor ambitions sublime. But for the little things, the last goodbyes, One last hug, one thank y...