Ajar

Rating: 5.0
Close that door, son
For I am old and my bones are weak.
I've seen 89 under the sun
Journey's been long burning up my wick.

See, when the door's open, son
The cold air gets into my lungs
I can tell you that that's no fun.
It's like having in you a snake's bare fangs!

Son, this life is but a journey,
they've said. You wouldn't like to see
Anyone open the door when (funny?)
It's not your time, yet. See?

So please close that door, son
I have miles to go
a little fun I may have, yes, fun,
Before they say it's time to go.
Friday, June 17, 2011
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COMMENTS
Elias Ng'ang'a K. 15 October 2017
Beautifully penned.
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Elias Ng'ang'a K. 15 October 2017
Beautifully penned.
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Mohammad Akmal Nazir 17 June 2011
This is really a nice work. I like it for its vivid imagery and skilful description. A fine 10. Thanks for sharing..... Please read and rate my poem 'A busy street on page 1.
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