Knock Knock.
'Who is it? '
Life; can i come in?
'No, i'm busy today and
i'd rather not
deal with you right now.'
But do you really have a choice?
'Yes. I choose to not be bothered with it right now.
Now leave me.'
Ok...
Knock, Knock.
'What is it now? '
It's life again... if i can't come in,
Can i send someone else in?
'Ya. Sure. Whatever. Just stay out. Today's my day off.'
'Hello! Who are you? '
Death.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem