Death came early that day it had to 
it had no choice ,a little girl was in
fact dying , a five year old little girl.

Death hated children he thought
they should move on ahead even
though they were young .
 

Every time he had to accompany
children over it made him feel in
fact uneasy too. Children were not
as dumb as some people say they
were .
 

He remembered the last one as
they were going over the child was
not ready,she wanted to be born
again . And naturally a child had to
get what they wanted . 
 

An adult would either go up or down
depending on the life they had too .

But death was not fond of children .
He like them just the innocence was
such a ruse . 
 

Now he waited.
 

This little girl was fighting back,she
did not want to die,it wasn't her time
not yet,not just yet .
 

Children why he thought .
 

A child lives a child dies the future is
yet too be. Death was pleased with his
life,he would see eternity come and go.
 

Yet there she was another child ready.
 

Ready.