Friendship with Death

I stumbled into Death the other day
And Death said " What fine weather we have"
I did not know what to say
Thanks, bugger off, or on who's behave?
But Death just smile and walked away.

I saw death again just a few days back
He just smiled and bowed down low
And I could not help but see upon his heart a crack
And to think I still don't know
Oh the wisdom I lack.

Death called on me a few nights ago
Knocked on my door and asked to come in
I frightfully declined and asked him to go
Knowing I wonder which is the greatest sin?
But now I suppose I have experience to show.

I saw him in his new bed
When I went to his funeral
And as I gazed on his bald head
I had a epiphany, though in renewal
For I starred at me being dead.