This Way Please

I showed him the way
to my house
where I spent year after year
eager to meet
anxious to embrace
tired of waiting
I heard of his coming
and couldn't wait any more
So I got up dressed in finery
and stood at the door
He, surprised asked
'I am a committed visitor
but none has so welcomed me'
I smiled to say
knowing you as my true friend
I lived my life
now when you call
why should I be shy?
So we sat and over a cup of coffee
he did what he had come to do
set life free of this body
and feeling light and happy
we flew together, he and I.

by sreelekha premjit

Comments (1)

A lovely poem. A paradoxical take on life and death which is beautifully expressed.