We share the same room, me and death
Discussing the state of my ailing friend
“Would you mind if I take him along “ asks death
“I would, should I not?” I ask
“He is my friend, a companion of times long
“Some happy, most worst, when I would hail out to him
“He would rush to my calling
“Why should I let you take him now?” I argue
“A great friend he is, I no doubt agree.
And miss him you shall, I must agree
But I am your friend too, you should see
I was here since eternity
All that is born shall one day leave
When it is time, they come to me” says death.
“Since you call me a friend death, please favour me
Let him live again, please let him be
And I shall take his place, and come with you
And see him live, a few more years
So that I know he has lived a full life
Hear my please, please acknowledge this plea
Let him be, please let him be “ I beg
“I accept this only if you answer,
A question as twisted as life itself
And when you answer I shall ask
If you still want to let him be” said death
“I shall take you, and let him live
But he shall be ailing till he dies,
His body has outlived his chartered time
And since you took his place, lone he shall be
No one to look at him and say it will be better
He shall then be forced to live in misery
Ailing being better than misery
So my earnest friend what shall it be?
A life of his misery for him,
Or shall you keep his thoughts in your heart
And warm it each time you think of him? “ Death asks.
“Take him with you, let me cry
And then grow out of it knowing he shall be in a better
place
Away from his ailing, away from his pain
Into the arms of the universe, I shall look up, into the
stars, smile at them
Knowing he would miss me as I would
When I die, I shall die happy
Knowing I shall meet him, amongst the creation” I pray.
