Visitor at the DoorA Poem by RainbowcoLife, beginning, middle and end.
My companion, why do you stand
Outside in the cold, hesitating?
I open the door and bid you enter.
You are no stranger in a strange land.
Are you not a friend come visiting
Long overdue, as is the end of winter?
Come in; be warmed by the low fire,
Let us talk of the beginning years.
At our first meeting, you had no name,
And, child that I was I did not inquire
Why those around me had much fear,
Placing upon you such bitter blame.
The smug arrogance of my youth
Made your existence inconceivable.
Life’s expectancy I never considered.
I was intoxicated with being invincible.
How patiently you must have waited
Knowing my brow, you would soothe.
Middle age arrived much too soon,
With mortality came glimpses of you,
Spectral snapshots in my mind’s closet.
Clay feet now danced to a different tune
Leading me down a worrisome avenue
Where you waited, Life’s great despot.
Now, the flicker of the fire’s flame
Is gone, only the glow of embers
As we sit here together, side by side.
Let us enjoy the solitude that remains
Then my Friend, I will go to slumber
Sweet Death, hand in hand we abide.
© 2008 RainbowcoAuthor's Note
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5 Reviews Added on August 8, 2008 Last Updated on August 8, 2008 AuthorRainbowcoDenver, COAboutI'm Found, I'm Lost, Or I'm somewhere in between. I'm Here, I'm There, Or I'm somewhere inbetween. I'm Young, I'm Old, Or I'm somewhere in between. I'm Happy, I'm Sad, Or I'm somewhere in between. .. more..Writing
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