Light Verse?

I wrote the following in my twenties, and it has long been a favorite of mine. Is it light verse? Is it something more?

You decide.

A PLEASANT CHAT

I spoke to Death the other day.

We had a pleasant chat.

He told me he was on his way…

But, here, no more of that.

I offered him a cup of tea.

“Rest here a bit,” I said.

He stood a moment silently,

And then inclined his head.

“One lump or two?” I asked of him,

“None,” came the reply.

“I drink it black. Seriatim*.”

“I see, of course,” said I.

“My work is hard,” he...