There is denial in our bones,
Hardwired into our souls.

Because Death will come aknocking
And we don't want to open that door,
And offer him tea,
Or scones,
Then join him on the long ride
To Eternity.

Why does it come as such a surprise
That while we may
Learn our faults
And discern how to improve,
We cannot take the wheel into our hands
And turn down the road to change.

Denial does not become us.