Death Poetry: The Silent Visitor

Knock
Knock
Knock
I awoke on the floor

Knock
Knock
Knock
Death was still knocking on my door

I don't know why
But I invited him in
Not knowing
What this visit had in store

Death said not a word
As he made his way in
He walked right by me
Straight for the kitchen

He gestured to the cubbard
Wanting a cup of tea
I humbly obliged
For to deny would be very rude of me

He sat at the table
Waiting patiently
Who would have thought
Death would be such polite company

I served him his cup
Asking one lump or two
He wrapped on the table twice
I guess two would do

We sat across from one another
Sipping our tea
Gazing out the window
At the old elm tree

Death waved his hand
The tall elm fell
Was I to be next
There was no way to tell

He bowed his head
And arose from his chair
He made his way back to the door
Ignoring my questioning stare

He waved me goodbye
And quickly disappeared
I was about to close the door
When I heard
"See you next year"