Death Stood Up to Greet Me!
The day
Arrived,
The meeting
Was scheduled
For 1.30
This afternoon.
I woke up early
Brought out
My best suits
From good old
Pond's Conference days.
I chose my favourite brown.
Dressed up
And looked
In the mirror.
A natty man.
Not a perfect fit
Not Ill-fitting either!
Moved closer
Tousled my hair just right
Ruffled my beard.
And gently
Uncreased a wrinkle
Or two.
Studiedly unkempt
And ready
For the meeting.
I strode into
The Conference Room.
Death stood up to greet me!