The Meeting

I think about death

Frankly, I think about my own death.

I always feared the touch of death's cold hand

But, I hope he says a joke

That he takes my face in his palms and tells me everything is alright

Its not that I thought about dieing

Just that I was close.

Everyone eats, breaths

sleeps, pays taxes,

and everyone dies.

Whenever the 'everyone' is said

But I never imagined myself in that group.

But does anyone truly?