Double or Nothing

Suppose Death
Came to you
And whispered
Under its breath -
Listen,
I have a proposition
to make -
Double or nothing.

Would you take the bet?
Or push it away
And say -
Come back again in
A decade or two
And I'll tell you then.

But as you get older
Your value declines -
And when death
Comes a second time
And you say -
I’m ready to bet.

Death just laughs
And says -
Sorry,
No more bets -
You’ve exceeded
Your credit -
I’m here to collect.