One dark night in a hospital room,
The grim reaper paid a visit to see Steve Butler.
He could see the many family members surrounding,
And the struggle for Steve to hold on.
The grim reaper appeared to him,
Cloaked in black with a scythe in hand.
He approached and spoke, "It's time to go, "
Then Steve took his final breath.
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A beautiful imaginary piece of poetry depicting the final moments before eternal slumber. A lovely and well articulated poem nicely penned with conviction. Thanks for sharing. Please read my poem MANDELA - THE IMMORTAL ICON.