Death Waits By The Door Poem by Victoria Gauci

Death waits by the door without invitation,
It's armor is ready to make an invasion,

It holds fast its station demanding it's prey,
Knowing that everyone faces this day,

Keeping low key and waiting for the moment,
When we aren't ready for any movement,

We go about living as if nothing is there,
It waits for the moment when we aren't prepared,

To quietly take the ones we love,
Whisk them away to the heavens above,

I refuse to acknowledge the hint in the air,
As they fly away with the one who was there,

Waiting for death to come take them swift,
The evidence of death proves life is a gift.