Death paid me a visit today. Slipped in as I left for work.
Placing Hands along my waist, my back began to hurt
Fingers laid so gently upon my rosy cheeks
Sallow hue traced the path, lines grew, dry and deep
Next he ran his bony hands through silky auburn locks
and gave the gift of silver, but wisdom he forgot
His mark once made he hurried off , appointments he must keep
Death touched my face, but kept his gift of eternal sleep