A Bright Disguise Poem by Barry Middleton

death wore a bright disguise
deceiving me with lies
and unaware I opened up the door

and yes I let him in
I thought he was a friend
he laid a golden box upon my floor

he quickly left the room
no hint of pain or doom
there was no clue to offer up a threat

so hear my story well
and save yourself from hell
perhaps you may avoid deception's net

don't open up that box
when something gently knocks
for you may wish to get a better view

or like me you'll regret
when death collects the debt
and you discover all the interest due