When Death Comes Knocking! Comments

And when he comes knocking Be civil to Him Praise his buffalo The crown of horns The big fat belly Then argue your point That his scroll may be wrong And that the dates are mixed up And possibly its the wrong address Point out your quarrelsome neighbour And may be, may be He A bit confused can go back With that horrid roll of rope and sack....

Well-penned, its the reality. Thanks for sharing.

Hello Geetha well done a great poem we are all just waiting for that call Thank you so much for your kind comments about my poems I just wish i had your talent for putting the right words together which makes your poems so special

When death comes knocking, one must be ready. Do the things you want to accomplish. Let nothing be left to say i am not done yet. Beautiful poem. Thank you.

Death is the inevitable and inescapable reality of life! It is so near, but we like to imagine, it is so far! I wonder, if it has the glow of a sunset! A beautiful poem, Geetha!

Only once in a lifetime that is for sure. a great write with a great title. Thank You

Our ultimate scene of life.None can spare it.So true and inevitable!

Wow beautiful feeling lines are powerful and at last boldness to face/ Am waiting for him dearly! thank may lord bless you