When Suicide Knocks

If someday the tables turn And i live a life of endless scorn If my loved ones choose to leave And their affections to another give If poverty reclaims my pockets And i shed tears to fill a bucket If i wallow in the embrace of self pity And relocate to a hopeless city If the dusk crowns my days of failure And the dawn my dreams recapture If i struggle with the burden of depression And look upon life with a hazy vision If the rains water no olive of bliss And my lips the feet of frustration kiss Would i welcome a rope around my neck And drink from a most venomous cup? Would i leave a note by my death bed And make in vain the bowing of my mama's head? Would i recreate my woes when i fail not to fail And gobble up my demise as i be not to be? Would i dance to the dirge of my oblivion And succumb to the torments of public opinion? Would I leave an action so worthy to emulate ? If my steps i erase from life's own slate? All these shall i ponder when suicide knocks And then i shall look upon life's own clock Amidst the tears,depression and gray I shall say to death ;"No,not today!" For i will picture the smile on my face When someday my victory shall bring much grace For i rather sell my death to buy another day Than betray my dreams and walk in death's way. By: Adams .O. Elizabeth Lizdiamond World Of Poetry