If Death Came Knocking
if only death would come
knocking
when it needed to be paid
attention to,
when its reality & inevitability
could solve so very many
fruitless & futile arguments
which rip & tear up
loving relationships,
families that normally stick
together &
warm friendships gone so
cold.
if death showed its face
after that first little lie,
after that first slip up,
after that first wrong thing said,
after that first rubbing of
the wrong way,
after that first stupid action,
it might bring one’s
priorities to
light, in the way that it always
will,
eventually,
if you care about someone.
death levels us all,
it mellows one out,
it stops a flow of unprofitable
anger, which has pulsated through
the years,
by killing of every friend one has &
leaving a solitary individual alone
with the notion that,
there had been hardly any time at all
spent with them &
how quickly all those relationships had
broke apart like an egg that can crashing
down on the concrete---
all due to a matter of little significance
when seen in retrospect.
yes, we all know “hindsight is 20/20,”
but if death would come knocking
(but alas, not killing), there would be a
lot less arguing over
********.
Copyright © Andrew Delapruch | Year Posted 2012
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