A Walk With Death
I walked along with Death a lonely while
And never saw the sight of frown or smile
I could not tell if it was he or she
And wondered why it chose to walk with me.
I did not feel the least of fright or fear
At walking for so long with Death so near
It came to me so suddenly, I knew
That even Death could feel this lonely, too.
So, side by side, we trod the road ahead,
One mortal and the ancient God of Dead.
And, when at last, the road was split in twain
I took the one more traveled by a man.
Death gave the slightest wave, as if to say,
“We’ll walk this way again another day,
For every road not taken will in time
Return for me to claim that which is mine.”