Death comes knocking at my door
Whispering and beckoning to me
Backing away from the door I stand in fright
The horrible vision that awaits pierces my imagination
But wait could death be here for me or someone else
My time is not yet here or so I think
I greet Death by name and welcome him into my home
Suddenly he isn’t so frightening after all but someone doing a job
Isn’t that what we all do during our lives – work and play the game
Until that day when it is the ultimate player’s turn and he rolls the dice
Will your number come up today or tomorrow – maybe several years in the future
Eventually it will show and how you greet death reflects more than you know
My conversation with Death was interesting and reflective that day
No he had not come for me but for another I knew
Death had come to pay me a call because he knew I cared for more than just me
My time had not come but when it does I will not shy away as I did before
I will greet Death on my terms and he will not have to knock at my door on that day
