The Day I Met Death

The following poem is a response to Emily Dickinson's Because I Could Not Stop For Death. It ties in with her idea that death is a journey and we all will eventually meet him. I explore the thought of the journey to death, reflecting on your life and finally meeting death. 

I chose the road less traveled

Dark and shrouded in mystery

It eventually will unravel 

And show all my history

My adventure starts

With swing sets and slides

And papers showing that I was smart

And how I went against the tides

As I walked I saw

A couple holding hands

Kissing in pure awe

And laughing in the sands

I met him for the first time

As he lead my father away

I screamed that it's a crime

But he walked on without delay

I passed by a bride

Giggling in delight

As the knot is tied

And she embraces her shining knight

I came upon a house

Familiar to the eye

Children playing with your spouse

I couldn't help but to cry

And now the path is ending
I've seen all there is to see

I finally saw him waiting

Underneath a tree

He greets me with a smile

And lead me through a door

Those I lost stand single file

And greeted me once more