Ah, Sweet Friend Death!

Ah, sweet friend Death I see,

Rushing in a hurry towards me,

Ever since I came to Earth here

He’s been racing increasingly near,

Outstretched hands held up high,

A smile on his lips from afar I spy,

How eagerly, like a long-lost friend,

I see him speeding round the bend,

Delighted, it seems, at the thought

Of soon gaining what he’s long sought:

To hold me, at last, in a tight embrace,

And telling me what I must now face.