Foes At My Feet

Each night I dutifully latch the door To keep intruders firmly without. I retire to bed feeling blissfully sure I am safe from what they are about. Then one night, the latching complete I thought of threats already within. Stroke, heart attack, foes at my feet. How to bar them, where to begin? It quickly became hauntingly clear That mortality assures no defense. Lethal outcomes are perilously near, And latching doors is only a pretense.