Silence

The day I met Death

I have stood at Death's doorstep,

And knocked upon his door.

To my surprise and horror,

He opened from within.

He greeted with a pearly white smile,

And profered me his hand.

I took his hand in mine,

And stared into his depthless eyes.

Afore I knew, I was inside,

And he suggested we drink some tea.

He showed me to a divan,

And sat down next to me.

Like old chums, we conversed some,

And laughed to my surprise.

Time stood still for a while,

And somber he did become.

Regretfully, he did inform,

It was not yet my time.

He helped me up, from my seat,

And showed me to the door.

I thanked him for the drink,

And made my way outside.

I turned around, to say goodbye,

But his house, was there no more.

Home I did return,

To a broken shell that healed.

Never to forget the day,

Death had me in for tea.