My Time Has Come

My time has come

I hear the call

Of Death’s whisper

In the busy mall

My two bags of clothes

Hit the floor

As I shuffle through them

To choose my burial decor

Tick tock tick tock

My watch goes on

Smirking as I realise

“Just an hour before I’m gone!”

Should I call my boyfriend?

Maybe rush home?

But then I smell chocolate

And my thoughts become foam

So I help myself

To some of Belgium’s finest

And make my way over

To the grocer’s nest

I might be gone soon

But my guy needs to live on

Must take care of him

This, my heart is set upon

So I spend the time left

Buying items of daily care

Food, shirts, soaps and pens

Leaving nothing to spare

Just as I finish

I hear the fall

Of Death’s feathery footsteps

In the busy mall