Petals

I had a visitor

This afternoon at three,

My visitor was in a hurry,

No time for a chat or tea.

My visitor was Death,

And he said quite placidly,

"Your time has come."

And so I went, not wishing to displease

My guest for tea.

We left my house

And strolled down Memory Lane,

And I relived all my past joys,

And all my past pains,

As we strolled down Memory Lane.

When we reached

The Pearly Gates,

I thanked him for his kindness,

As he closed Heaven's gates

After me and my fate.

I am gone now

From that world of tears,

Though lovers I leave behind,

All that is left in my memory,

Are the petals of the roses on my grave.