When Death Comes Knocking

09/14/21

When Death comes knocking on your door,

How will you answer it?

Will you ignore it,

Hoping he turns away?

Will you turn him away,

Like you would a salesman?

Will you step out onto your porch

And chat him up like a neighbor asking for milk or sugar?

I think I would embrace him like a friend

And invite him in for dinner.

I’m comfortable with Death

In the way you’re comfortable in silence.

I think I wouldn’t mind if he came to my door.

He’s the old friend you see from time to time,

But he’s reliable.

He’s safe.

And I don’t think I would mind if our futures became one.