Sunday 18 September 2011

DINING WITH DEATH


If you can call death home  for dinner

What will you serve him?

Can you look into, in his dark dead eyes?

Can you ask him why?

Can you smile as he cries?

Yet  wipe off  his sinful tears?

Can you serve him hot coffee; and make him your friend ? 

Yet,  can you let him  make,  your very-own  end  

Can you watch him,  get up and  leave?

If death comes home for dinner today !

Can you serve him your soul? 

1 comment:

  1. This is a poem on facing and accepting death with dignity

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