Fighting the Angel

The Angel of Death
Came to me and said:
Your time is up.

- Wait,
I said.
I haven't written
Twenty Thousand Leagues Under the Seas
Or Harry Potter.
I haven't composed
A Kleine Nachtmusik
Or created Mickey Mouse.

- Don't you fret,
Said the Angel.
It has been done
By others.

- Wait!
I said.
I have not invented
The cure to all diseases,
The solution to all problems.
I have not saved the world.

- The world is not yours to save,
Said the Angel of Death.

- Wait, I have a few more poems!

- I shall give you one week.

- But I can't write all day.
I have chores and social obligations.

- You can have a month
And that's it.

So I sat down and began to write
My novel.