POEM: WHEN DEATH KNOCKS, HE ONLY KNOCKS ONCE

We all face dying

Death is the unavoidable visitor

When he comes knocking,

You can’t hide in the house

Under the covers

You can’t look out the peephole

Or peek through the blinds

You can’t fall back to the kitchen

And hide in the corner of the counter

With the lights turned off

Hoping that he’ll go away

When Death knocks, it’s for good

Death doesn’t drive to your house

You won’t see the car coming

He’s not going to call ahead

Leave a message

His company is not at your convenience

You might offer him a drink

But he won’t take it

He won’t sit down for tea

He won’t take a sandwich

He doesn’t need any of that

He’s Death

And when he knocks, he only knocks once.

That’s all he needs.

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