A Knock At the Door

The table's bounty is piled high Family's poised to dig in and try Mama's turkey, special stuffing And sweet potato pumpkin pie When a knock at the door freezes us all Who can it be who's come to call The wind is howling; let him in fast There's room for one more at our repast He enters shivering and shaking His bony frame twitching and quaking He opens his mouth as if to speak Then collapses to the floor in a heap... The ambulance summoned, we wait aghast Silent and anxious, when at last The ambulance arrives, but it's well past too late The poor fellow's soul has fled to its fate The Thanksgiving meal sits now uneaten As our tears reflect the depth of man's plight These sad tidings fortune cannot sweeten ~ Death has extinguished a light