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 you,one sorry before my eyes.

Not to cross the mountains or sail the seas,

But bridge the distance between our hearts with ease.

I had heard so much about living in the now,

But never quite managed to learn it somehow.

Not until this moment,when Death raised its brow,

And all that mattered became clear somehow.

When Death came to me on a Thursday morning,

It sat beside me,arms stretched across.

I had to leave everything;

My duties,my calculations of profit and loss.

I was scared to leave the known

And dissolve into the unknown,

To leave everything I had gathered for so long.

But when had it ever asked anyone for permission?

To leave everything I had gathered for so long,

The little things I thought would always belong

But when  it had ever asked anyone for permission?

It comes like a storm, without an invitation.

It reigns like a force beyond our control,

Leaving behind questions that swallow the soul.

Does this mean it all would come to an end?

Even the anger, the fights, the shame we defend?

What would happen to me, what would happen to my name?

Would all that I was, become nothing but a flame?

When Death came to me on a Thursday morning,

It was raw, it held me in its fierce grip.

How could I tell it I wanted one more dip,

One more time into this life I wanted to live?

Freely, with unbounded joy and peace,

To love, to laugh, to let my worries cease.

But who could ever win against Death with such ease?

And yet, if I could ask for one thing more,

It wouldn't be riches or dreams to explore.

Just one more Thursday, one morning anew,

To live all the little things I never quite knew.