At Death's Door

I was at death’s door last night, and
knocked a few times.
Someone came to the door and
said death is not
ready to
see me.
I asked why not.
He’s gardening
then he has to mop the floor,
take out the trash and
prepare for a large party
next week.
a party to celebrate what?
Why, to celebrate life, of course.



(c) Jayne Lyn Stahl