it’s all right if I don’t answer this one
someone’s rapping on the door
and all I can think of is why oh why
aren’t they ringing the bell
I run out back and around
the side of the garage
peering toward the front door
lo and behold it’s big bird
holding thirteen helium filled balloons
red and black and white and of course yellow
blue furred cookie monster by his side
somewhat annoyed yet content
munching on a box of thin mints
I must be out of my mind I say
shaking my head
retreating back to where I once was
repeating to myself how death
never arrives as imagined
november two thousand seventeen
copyright j matthew waters
all rights reserved
jdubqca 
I am completely giddy, smitten, in love with this poem. Gah, this is awesome. I cannot stop giggling. 🙂
haha thanks so much Shawna!
Still giggling. ❤
Reading this again is the perfect end to a very imperfect day.
Especially love those last two lines. Perfect ending to this poem.
Thanks so much for sharing your thoughts on this one, Leonard.
nice twist
thank you, Bonnie!
Not yet. Not your time.
Thank you. I sure hope not!
“somewhat annoyed yet content”
Artful paradox
Thank you, Carl.
This carries a fun tone throughout, but that ending was contrasting. Nice one, John!
Thank you very much, Lauren.
Anche se la traduzione non è buona percepisco la sonorità dei versi e il loro impatto emotivo.
Shera
grazie per aver condiviso i tuoi commenti.
HA! Glad i stumbled back upon this one!
I’m glad you did too…I almost forgot about this one…and on my birthday no doubt!
OH! Happy Birthday, friend!
As i typed this i i marveled at how my “friends” here are so much more Real that people i “know”…
ok, sorry for the bummer thoughts but happy bday…wish i could be there to celebrate it with you!
oh no not today but the day I wrote this poem was on my bday ~ Nov 13! but again thank you thank you xo
oh, gotcha, sorry for misunderstanding… but sending virtual hugs anyway LOL