One Time Visitor

By Phil Vigil

I do not favor the weak,
Or pity the rich or poor.

I come unexpectedly,
In a quiet passing or a scream of pain.

I’m feared more than life itself,
But some long for me.

I’m praised when I touch the old,
But loathed when I find the young.

I can end relationships,
That were never meant to end.


Who am I?

I am Death.


See you next week.