When Death comes knocking, <br />it matters not <br />who you are <br />or what you've got; <br />how old you are <br />or where you belong <br />whether you have friends aplenty <br />or live in a world that's empty. <br /> <br />When Death comes knocking, <br />it matters not <br />what role you played <br />in the drama of Life; <br />how many cars you owned <br />or how many medals you won; <br />whether you have realized your dream <br />or simply lived in vain. <br /> <br />When Death comes knocking, <br />I know one thing for sure: <br />I'll embrace him with grace <br />as I embraced my Life. <br />With no regrets <br />and no unfulfilled desires <br />I shall hold Death's icy hand <br />and move on to a new land. <br /> <br />Geeta Ashok <br />Bangalore, <br />Monday,29/3/010,11 am.<br /><br />Gita Ashok<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/when-death-comes-knocking/
