But death didn't ask,
Knock knock who's there?
He Molded his days, he Knitted all night
In brewing nd sowing Whisky nd wine.
The lust of which thy lingered to cherish
Who knew,
All of it would seemingly perish.
But death didn't ask,
Knock knock who's there?
His Gifts,
the toffees of ecstasy
His crimes,
Ignored by the eyes of custody.
With cynical sequels
He had bright eyes of hope
But Nothingness left
Just memories that rose
But death didn't ask,
Knock knock who's there?
His merry go round now stoodstill
In the cold breeze of the dark abiss
The weight of loads were let go off
The marigold were the only weights on
His robe of silk with a glimmer of times
Withered to a cloth, a cloth rather fine
But death didn't ask,
Knock knock who's there?
The quill wrote with shivering hands
But the ink didn't last long
And the pages came to an end
So death didn't ask,
Knock knock who's there?
And death won't ask,
Knock knock who's there?
Live in the moment
To Love and respect
Coz death wouldn't ask.
