"Say Hello and meet your friend.
His name is Death.
Death greet life"
Life is shy, but lively.
Death shows no enthusiasm,
but rather, wisdom.

Life waves, but Death ignores her,
saving his greetings for a more
appropiate time.
"I will greet you someday."
Says he, "But now is not the time."

Life is sad, but understands,
"'Til the sun and moon cross,
I cannot greet you...
Not until that time."


((Just putting some of my poems in my journal. ^^ I write so many because of poetry appreciation. ))