Here we go again: Night Thoughts

                #425

              The Door

Sometimes I'll go fishing

On Death's farthest shore;

Sometimes I'll walk up to his house

And beat upon his door,

Yell, "Open up and let me in;

I can't stand it anymore!

That last sharp pain that hit me,

Knocked me to the floor.

So open up and take me;

I can't stand it anymore."