Life and Death
I hold no quarrel with Death
We've passed each other on the road
but he looked straight ahead, as if he had some place to go
and I looked away, because I sought a place to hide.
I do not bother Death, and he does not bother me

Life, on the other hand, is slightly different
Life stops me at night and asks me where I'm going
and smirks when I tell him that I do not know
Life takes up residence within our homes
and yells while we are trying to sleep
Life stands behind us, and whispers of Death
until we fear to mouth his name

But all that Death ever does is smile and nod
and continue down his road