Don't Fear The Reaper Poem by Robert Green
Don't Fear The Reaper
Don't fear the Reaper
Another sleep only deeper
Your toil is done
No more midday sun.
Laid to rest
With the worst and the best
Some may say good riddance
I shrug with indifference.
My headstone epitaph written
Of times when I was in love, smitten
Once youthful as a kitten
Now just dust and hidden.
Don't fear the Reaper
He's just your mortality taker
I still toss and I turn
Maybe it would have been better to burn.
I too give a nod to Blue Oyster Cult and the cowbell skit on Saturday Night Live! This is unique and different view on death. I like it a lot. The ryhme scheme works really great. Nice, crisp lines. Great piece, much enjoyed indeed.
Good morning my favorite poet. So good to read you again! And this poem! WOW! ! ! I already have the image in my eyes-mind! Little by little taking shape.Burn Poet, burning in the intensity of his words!
I don 't fancy burning Robert, had a few close calls with fire already - as for the reaper, he 's a bit too close for comfort now at my age so would like to give him a rain check for a few years yet! ! Interesting write though, and very we'll penned.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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Enjoyed this piece. If you have time tryHeadstones it's very similair.