I saw Mr Death the other day, <br />and said I have a few things to say to you. <br />For starters, I am not coming with you. <br />You can pull all you want, <br />but I will resist all the way. <br />There are too many things that I have to do. <br />Before I think of going with you, <br />I am in debt to too many friends. <br />Until those debts are paid, <br />you can go and whistle, <br />because I am not coming with you. <br />There are also too many things <br />I have yet to achieve. <br />Therefore, you might as well leave me alone, <br />until I have them done. <br />So Mr Death I am saying goodbye to you. <br />Come back in about forty years time, <br />I might just have about everything done by then. <br /> <br /> <br />(7 October 2007)<br /><br />David Harris<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/mr-death-2/
