Death, O! Death

Death, O! Death,

I need some time to borrow.

There are so many things to do

And my heart is filled with sorrow.

Send me a sign in time,

Before I could hit the sack.

Fever, Covid, Cancer

Or; even a mild heart attack.

I regret my shortcomings,

I boast about things i've done.

The clock seems to have wings

And the moon moves faster than the sun.

Everyone is always busy,

I feel like the odd one out.

They neither ask nor listen,

No matter, how much I say or shout 

My grandchildren are my only company,

For, my ways are now like theirs.

I could neither digest too spicy,

Nor run up a flight of stairs.

I'm a burden to my family.

They love me, so don't complain.

I think it's time you visited

And relieved me of this pain.

I'm all ready for you,

Hair set and a close, clean shave.

Come stealthily by the twelfth hour

And take me to my Grave.