Sat 2 Apr 2022
Knock
Posted by PJ under death, my poetry, poetry
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Death knocked twice on the door today
and when I opened up, smiled
and said, “This is a courtesy call.
Your time will come but not today.
Today I’m here to remind you
that time is not your friend,
that what you must get done, do,
that busyness is often just a mask
for fear, that no matter how hard
you try not to hear, the bell tolls,
and if you love, let them know.
See you around.”
I shut the door in Death’s face,
turned the music loud,
and danced around the living room,
as if I had nothing better to do.
—PJ Thompson
