ghosts

The ghost
 
Someone knocked on my bedroom door
I switched the bedside lamp and with rolled
Up TLS opened the door.
Peering into the darkness of the living room
I thought I saw a shadowy figure
On approaching it disappeared
Checked the entrance door all was locked
And put the paper on the table after all it was
Only good to swatting flies.
Well, it was not a thief they do not knock
Before entering, I went back to bed again.
Before going back to sleep, I thought it was
Not an assassin, perhaps a phantom who
Had nowhere to go and had knocked on the door
In the hope of finding someone to talk with to pass
the time.