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Tuesday 25 June 2013

84. The Knock


84.
The Knock

Death met his match
at my father's door today.
He was welcomed as if an old friend.

You're not afraid of me? Death asked
What a silly question, Dad's response
as he put on a Beethoven symphony.

Most folks shudder when I come knocking,
their hands covering their faces.
I've lived a long time and am ready for you.
I've had a good life.

I like that, Death said
I need to think on it some
as he turned to leave.
You're not taking me with you?

Not just yet - maybe never.
You will change me, make me smile.
I'll be listening to music
and become joyful.




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