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When Death Came Knocking At Our Door


Left us stiff through the way,

When Death Came knocking at our door.

Not once did he let us stay in peace;

Not once did he make us feel at ease.

He said at first let me in,

Of course we couldn’t let him win.

We tried and tried to keep him at bay;

But little did we realize it’s finally his say.

He took with him not father alone,

But money, cheer and left us worn.

Why us? I often asked;

Why so cruel?  I often wonder.

But answer to this I seldom got,

It was him who got the last laugh

And left us all to just ponder on.

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