I have met with Death, it showed no care for me,
It looked me face to face but left me alone.
Suppose it knows Life’s plan for me
And knows he cannot interfere. . .
Life and I run away from him.
Life challenges me and I antagonize it.
And Death? He sits back watching the show.
When he comes for me, if it is before the time of my beloved,
I will push and fight and kick and scream
And will not go.