A kind soul once knocked at my door

However there was no one home

It knocked again in hope I would open up

But still its reply went unanswered

It walked around my body’s house to search for an opening

I lay still and cold and did not want to be bother

The kind soul cries and yells my name

My response was still the same

I did not wish to feel joy and pleasure

I did not want to entertain this treasure

A kind soul did not offer what I need

So I ignored it attempt to provide relief

This story is sad but must be told

That many of us avoid what is good for the soul

I welcome the offering of a kind soul now

To live by this standard until I grow old