Quatrain of Skirting Existence - 8245

Quatrain of Skirting Existence

Skirting Existence - that's would be me

There is a dead man standing
at my door, he wants
to come
in,

Is he real or imagined, to tell,
I must open the
door, to my
chagrin.

If I only had lived a wiser life,
I would know just
by truthfully
staring,

But since I squandered my days
skirting my existence, I can't
tell reality from a
red-herring.

Yorktown Disciple