An Old Friend

I know Death, I know him well.

I know we all must die.

Ascended to heaven or doomed to Hell

When in the Earth we lie.

I know Death, he’s everywhere

I see him all around.

But even so I am not scared

To be put in the cold, hard ground.

I know Death in many forms

More ways than I know Life.

Creeping as a ghost upon the forlorn

Accompaniment to strife.

Uncertainty is what we fear

When life comes to its end.

Perhaps that’s why I find it queer

To consider Death my friend.