Death

Those who know calm
Those who felt are balm
Those who witness are sad
Those who are is granddad

I am but a of sleep
I do not wish to take the leap
Not anymore
Do I wish to go through the door

I go into the night
I am not a part of the pumpkin fright
I am strong now like a knight
But if it comes i will not fight

Death knows me like a friend
Death always waits for my end
Death has met me 49
Death was there for them
Death has seen me 60 times
Yet death still waits for my end
So death and i can walk as eternal friends
I never seem to give him our walk
But when i try we enjoy the talk