A Visitor

He comes visiting when least expected
In all places at any time or clime.
No rich nor poor ever can shun his calls,
Not the  youths or those who are past their prime.
     When he arrives, you cannot close your door;
     He makes his entrance though you say, “No more.”

He frequents battle fields and hospitals; 
He drops by on anyone, weak or strong.
His visits, though unwelcome, fall on all--
Man, woman, child, alone or in a throng.
     When he appears you cannot say, “Next door,”
     He barges in for what he’s looking for.

Though mute who utters not a word nor sound,
Oft he announces himself with a “Bang!”
Sometimes he bides before entering a home,
Sometimes he’s as quick as a boomerang.
     At times he leaves a clean job, at others gore,
     His visits are an event to deplore.

There are few who invite this visitor
And would embrace him if he could be touched.
But most fear and detest this unseen guest
That distinguishes not who’d be dispatched.
     He crawls or slides or floats, or he may soar--
     And comes for you before you can implore. 

March 30, 2023

8th gradedarkdeathrhyme

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