Death took my Father, His brother too,
Two heroes lost, In World War II.

Death called me, but I escaped,
The memory still keeps me awake,
The call gets louder, and I want to go,
When I'll say "Yes", I do not know.

Death reminds me that I cheated it,
And it waits to claim its due.
My friends, my family, they all died,
But to me, death lied.

Death waits each night til I close my eyes,
To let me know its still there,
It says to me every day,
"I'm patient, soon you'll be here."

©Ben Drake (1999)