The Knocking
I woke up this morning
I heard death knocking on my door
I thought to answer it's moaning
But wasn't quite sure
I took a moment for reflection
It was indeed a lifetime decision to make
Was this the right direction?
Now there as just so much at stake
Death seems like an appealing alternative
When life becomes too much to bear
Until death shows up as a definitive
And then, you think, it really isn't fair
How does one choose between life and death?
There is so much to live for
I haven't had a chance to travel the world yet
I didn't need to worry or fret; I need time to live more
When you choose death
Death doesn't always choose you
But there is one thing you can bet
When death does choose, the choice is made for you
D. Loveday Morris
An Extract from the Diary of a Jamaican Critical Care Nurse Living and Working in the UK
'When you choose death Death doesn't always choose you But there is one thing you can bet When death does choose, the choice is made for you' - a point to ponder over. Loved your poem, Dahlia.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
So many things to live for, so little time...Great poem