The Reality Of Death Poem by james d nall,jr

Gliding down the hospitals halls
walking through glass and walls
Stealthily, he approaches those near the End
Swinging his scythe, their souls, he rends
Looking down from overpasses
He designs a series of crashes
Ending the lives of friends and lovers
Taking from us, our fathers and mothers
A glee filled face, of bleached, white bone
Tells the world, he's called more home
Be thankful of each and every breath
Soon it shall be gone, when you face Death