When Death Comes Knocking Poem by jackie compton

When Death come knocking.
Knock, knock, knock on my door.
Who is it I think.
Who can it be I wonder.

I stand looking out the peep hold of time.
But nothing can my eyes see.
I turn and look at the clock of time.
As life slowly ticks away.

Is it you death my mind calls out.
I think once.
I think twice.
Should I open up the door and let him in.

Answer I must.
Answer I shall, and answer I will.
Our footprints do we leave upon this earth.
For everything is nothing else but dust in the wind.
Only in time shall the body fade back into the dust in which it came.

For Death comes knocking but only one time.
Fear not open the door and let it in.