The Knocking Poem by D Loveday Morris

The Knocking

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The Knocking

I woke up this morning 
I heard death knocking on my door
I thought to answer it's moaning 
But wasn't quite sure

I took a moment for reflection 
It was indeed a lifetime decision to make
Was this the right direction?
Now there as just so much at stake 

Death seems like an appealing alternative 
When life becomes too much to bear
Until death shows up as a definitive 
And then, you think, it really isn't fair

How does one choose between life and death?
There is so much to live for
I haven't had a chance to travel the world yet
I didn't need to worry or fret; I need time to live more

When you choose death 
Death doesn't always choose you 
But there is one thing you can bet
When death does choose, the choice is made for you

D. Loveday Morris

An Extract from the Diary of a Jamaican Critical Care Nurse Living and Working in the UK

Thursday, August 27, 2020
Topic(s) of this poem: life and death
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Kostas Lagos 28 August 2020

So many things to live for, so little time...Great poem

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Khairul Ahsan 27 August 2020

'When you choose death Death doesn't always choose you But there is one thing you can bet When death does choose, the choice is made for you' - a point to ponder over. Loved your poem, Dahlia.

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