An Appointment With Death Poem by Sheena Blackhall

Will death come on a sunny day?
Or a day of pouring rain?
Will he sidle up in a busy crowd?
On a train, a bus, a plane?

Will death play cat and mouse with me?
Will he come like a hammer blow?
Will he quietly creep through the glen of sleep?
Will he steal up dark and slow?

And when he's been will I suddenly join
The great majority
Of all the millions that trod the world
Will I shrug off all that's me?

Will I melt in Nirvana's blissful sea?
Or search on the Styx's shore
Through thick and thin for my kith and kin
For the dear ones gone before?