Killing Time

There was a knocking at my door,
a gentle tapping in the stillness of the night.
And there, within the gloom stood "Death"
a chilling awesome sight.

"I was in the neighborhood," he said,
"and saw your name upon the gate."
"You're lost," I cried, "you're in the wrong house,
there must be some mistake."

"I've never been wrong before,"
he replied, "sometime a little early, but never late."
And settling himself in a corner, he said,
"If its all the same to you, I'll wait."