I Know a Man Named Death

Michelle Smith

I'm friends with someone right now I don’t want to be with. You might even know him too, He goes by the name of Death.

I've known him since I was young, I was almost turning seven When my little sister Gitty Went up to God in heaven

I met Death later on When my friend’s mom passed away. She’d had cancer for a while, Until Death took her away

Death bumped into me again, It was a family friend this time. I didn't know this man so well, But I knew he was very kind.

I don't know why he likes me so, This Death, my unwanted friend I’d like to stop this relationship And put it to an end.

But he didn't agree, I know, Because he greeted me again When another girl had cancer, And Death stopped all her pain.

Death then met me down the line When my friend’s grandma left this world. I was knowing Death all too well And I knew it wasn't good.

He showed me his fatal touch Even while he wasn't there. So many people died Over so many years.

I thought I was done with Death Because I hadn't seen him in a while I thought we were done forever But he saw me and he smiled

He met me by my grandad’s At the funeral, not the home. I told Death I don't want him here, That he should make himself be gone.

Recently he had the gall to show his despised face. my mother’s father passed on too, (Not from smoking, in this case.)

And so I told my “friend”, “we're done, you need to leave me for good.” He just gave me a slow, small smile, said “if I could, my dear, I would...”