The Reaper Poem by Francis Duggan

I salute the reaper for he treats all as equal he claims the life of the pauper and the billionaire
He reaps the tall poppies and the weeds of the garden and he claims every life in the big World out there
He is the sharp scythe of ageless Mother Nature the life of anyone he never does spare
He swings his great scythe and leaves behind him sorrow as he moves on his way to claim more lives elsewhere
He cannot be bought and he does not pay favours to the lives of Presidents respect he does not pay
He takes the life's breath from the Emperor and Monarch on everyone's life he has the final say
He claims the life from the young and the healthy and he claims the life from the old and the gray
And he claims the life of every living creature he is the one who will claim my life one day
He is the one who is feared by everybody and the most influential people of him live in fear
Of the sweep of his scythe there are no survivors of one to evade him we have yet to hear
He wields the sharp scythe of fearless Mother Nature the lives of the great as well as the humble he reap
And everyone sooner or if not later with him have that one dreaded date for to keep
He works for Mother Nature of life he is the reaper and every night and day his sharp scythe he does swing
He claims the lives of the poor and the forgotten and he claims the lives of the emperor and king.