COME, SAID DEATH

Come, said death
pointing to this young lady
for her last dance

Then death said, no
perhaps this one,
leading children by the hand

No, this one—busy chatting
with friends,
who can’t image the loss

or, that father
hard at work

it’s all the same to me,
possibilities abound,
amidst life’s bounty

— Abraham Menashe
© 2017