One day it will come
As an undesirable guest
Mostly uninvited by many
Voluntary chosen by some
On a lost quest
Unwelcome it may be
But inevitable it is
Denying it won't change the fact
The ultimate foe faces us
Inexorably extending its invitation
Slowly filling the empty door frame
With its immobile opacity
Through which nothing
Can be perceived
From this side
Few will resist
To its incessant call
Others will drag their last breaths
But unmovable it will stay put
Renewing relentlessly its supplication
Presenting it as an open solicitation
To come and follow with trust.
Lucette C. Bailliet ©
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