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 bullshit.