I Learned To Knock That Day, poetry by Alan Simpson at Spillwords.com
Matthew T Rader

I Learned To Knock That Day

I Learned To Knock That Day

written by: Alan Simpson



Many nights I went to bed and slept like a rock, sadly that was not the case the day I learned to knock.
My sleep was interrupted by a dream. It was really bad. The only thing to ease my mind was my mom and dad.
I jumped from the bed, ran down the hall, and opened up the door. I really wish that was it and there wasn’t anymore.
I opened up the door and ran right into the room. My lack of hesitation the reason for my doom.
My mom and dad were in the room, but they were not adoze. I noticed right away they were not wearing clothes.
Any more than this I really shouldn’t say. I will just tell you I learned to knock that day.

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