The First Knock Poem by Randy McClave

When you hear that knock
Think first, and then balk,
Who is that at your front door
And why are they really there for.
Is it a friend or maybe it is a foe
Or perhaps someone that you don't know,
But, when you give them that first glance
You open up your heart for a chance.
Is there a rapping upon your heart
From which you must depart,
Score a strike with a piece of chalk;
When you hear that first knock.

Randy L. McClave