Petals
I had a visitor
This afternoon at three,
My visitor was in a hurry,
No time for a chat or tea.
My visitor was Death,
And he said quite placidly,
"Your time has come."
And so I went, not wishing to displease
My guest for tea.
We left my house
And strolled down Memory Lane,
And I relived all my past joys,
And all my past pains,
As we strolled down Memory Lane.
When we reached
The Pearly Gates,
I thanked him for his kindness,
As he closed Heaven's gates
After me and my fate.
I am gone now
From that world of tears,
Though lovers I leave behind,
All that is left in my memory,
Are the petals of the roses on my grave.