(A reworking of the poem by EMILY DICKINSON – as suggested in the prompt of #napowrimo )
I could not stop for Death – He kindly stopped for me – The Carriage held but just Ourselves –
Because there’s no time to stop for death,
he agreed kindly to stop for me.
The carriage held just ourselves
We slowly drove as he needn’t haste
and I had to put away
my labor and my rest
for his respect.