The Visit
The Visit
Death came to see me yesterday,
He stood there by the door.
He asked me what I thought of life;
And if I'd wanted more.
For more than I'd been given,
It didn't seem quite right.
To talk with death about such things,
It gave me quite a fright.
I thought of Joy and Sorrow;
Well blended through the years.
The laughter of my children,
My pillow wet with tears.
Would I ask for more He asked?
He sounded very tough.
I very quickly closed the door;
And said I'd had enough.
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.
