Friday, December 02, 2016
The Knock––poem by Dorothy
The Knock
A knock came at my door.
"Who is there?" I asked.
"I am the friend," came the answer.
"Go away," I shouted,
"I have no friend."
Next day the knock came again.
The same exchange followed.
Then the knock repeated on the third day.
This time I peered through the window
to see who was so persistent.
I saw myself, standing there,
waiting to be let in.
Dorothy Walters
December 2, 2016
