The Reaper's quite impartial
He comes to one and all,
He cares not for your politics
Nor your religious call.
He does not care how old you are
Or if you're rich or poor,
There's no discrimination
When He knocks upon your door.
He cares not if you're successful
Or if you've failed in life,
A father or a mother
A husband or a wife.
He cares not for your business
Or for the plans you had,
It makes no odds to him at all
If you've been good or bad.
You've no hope to outrun him
Be you fleet or lithe,
The fit, the fat, the slick, the slow
Are equal 'neath his scythe.
"Peter" is of soundest mind
"Paul" teeters on a ledge,
When He swings his reaping tool
They both could feel its edge.
You may feel hale and hearty
It matters not to him,
He'll take you in an instant
If that should be his whim.
For this you should be living
Each day as if your last,
In case The Reaper should decide
Your time on earth is passed.
He could quite well be standing
Unnoticed at your side,
Alas you will not know it
Until, that is, you've DIED!!
COPYRIGHT D M PAMMENT 2010
Comments
Dynamaso | January 12, 2010 - 06:28
Nice piece this and a good lesson to all - don't take life for granted.
Not to be nit-picking but the 'your' in the first line of the third stanza should be a 'you're'.
Also, the third line of the fifth stanza should probably be 'the fit, the fat, the slick, the slow'.
Minor, I know. I hope you don't mind me mentioning these points. I really did like this.
kheldar | January 12, 2010 - 09:35
Hi Dynamaso, I don't mind at all, I see it as a compliment that you took the time. Pleased you like it, I will make the changes forthwith (with my forth).
Kheldar
threeleafshamrock | January 13, 2010 - 23:25
I like this too. The rhythm is great and it is so easy to read...and more than a little bit true, nice one.
Chris ;)
kheldar | January 14, 2010 - 11:00
Thanks once again Chris :--)