Now Who Could That Be? Poem by PAUL COLVIN

The silence was killed by a bang on the door
And my poor little heart nearly fell to the floor
Startled, I wondered “who could that be”?
So I said to myself, “Let’s go see”.
It can’t be my neighbours or one of my friends
They’ll all be sleeping, it’s now the day’s end,
It can’t be my love, she’s too far away
So I said to myself, “I think we should pray”!
Tired and cold, I rose out of the chair
And a sharp eerie whistle rang through the chilled air,
I put on a brave face and manoeuvred my way
Along with myself at the end of the day.
I paused at the door and focused my eyes
Ready and able for any surprise,
I slowly turned the handle and gently pulled the door
And the creaking hinges pierced my ears like they’ve never done before.
I wasn’t ready for this shock and tried to catch my breath
For standing in my doorway was the man called Doctor Death.