Another walking for a while,
Another mile
I have put between me
And death. I rest.
I don’t know how fast
Death’s traveling.
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Translations from the English 
I came back to this one. If I am reading right, Death sounds like that invading houseguest whose arrival is imminent.
The older I get there are less things on my list, but the things I have to do, I REALLY have to do them. I think a lot about time