Death Next Door

Death lives next door. I know it for a fact.

He calls in ev’ry couple o’months or so
And sidles up to one or other here,
Peacefully sleeping in a chair, or staring
With vacant eyes at things that can’t be seen,
But they can hear the friendly welcome speech:

 

“So how are you, my friend?” And for the ladies:
“Most gracious lady, do let me assist you!”
And be it man or woman lifeless, listless,
They shudder slightly, maybe blink just once,
And then the head will roll, the head will drop,
And nerves and muscles claim eternal rest.