Come, Be My Guest O Death

Books of life cannot be fully writ, Cosmic egg comes with dark space unlit, Come O Death if ye must, Ready I’m to be dust, We have an old custom, guests to greet. Pray, be frank, no need to be discreet, Come like a dark matter on retreat, If only to take me, Waiting I’m and ready, Cut this beat around bush and be straight. ___________________________________ Reflections | 03.11.2022| Limerick (only as a format) Poet’s note: Not that I am inviting Death to take me. But if it does come, I am ready today to greet it. For, I feel, Death is to equip the soul with a new body and revised plan for the onward journey. I hope and wish, when it actually comes to call, I would still feel the same.