DEATH AS A VISITOR

With closed doors and windows, he finds his way in
With no seat or welcome,he gets his way through
He needs no invitation, to visit your house
When he comes in and goes out, he leaves you in tears
Silently he came in and left while unseen
I noticed he came in, when I saw mum lying dead
DEATH is that VISITOR I hate in my house
Though a day certainly coming, when my soul will be his gift.
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