Death’s Knock

 

Matter of my mortality raised,

Understanding at a young age.

Sightless stare leaves me dazed,

Childish heart filled with rage.

 

Year after year has passed,

As does those I adore.

Life as well as pain won’t last,

Death’s knock loud at the door.

 

For me, it will one day beckon,

My mind seems to wander.

The prime learned lesson,

My life won’t be squandered.

 

When it’s my time to leave,

And my sight is no longer there.

Don’t take too long to grieve,

Enjoy life, filling your heart with care.

 

© Susan Reed.

Written in Response to Today’s Daily Prompt: Finite Creatures

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