If you can call death home for dinner
What will you serve him?
Can you look into, in his dark dead eyes?
Can you ask him why?
Can you smile as he cries?
Yet wipe off his sinful tears?
Can you serve him hot coffee; and make him your friend ?
Yet, can you let him make, your very-own end
Can you watch him, get up and leave?
If death comes home for dinner today !
Can you serve him your soul?
This is a poem on facing and accepting death with dignity
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