Knocking on Death's Door

EVEN THOUGH THIS IS A FICTIONAL POEM, MANY PEOPLE DO DIE BECAUSE THEY PICK THE WRONG KIND OF MUSHROOMS TO EAT.

I didn't want to pay for some mushrooms so I picked some in the woods.

They turned out to be poisonous even though I thought they were good.

I'm in big trouble, I'm knocking on Death's door.

In less than an hour I won't be alive anymore.

 

I'm really scared because I don't want to die.

I'm hugging my wife and kids as I say goodbye.

I was wrong when I thought that those mushrooms were edible.

Never try to guess which mushrooms are good unless you're a professional.