Time Well Spent Poem by Karen Edwards

In the veil between life and death,
the deal was struck as I drew breath.
A fate which I cannot deflect,
the reaper comes now to collect.

The gifted extra twenty years;
children's laughter, heartbreak, tears,
time well spent in retrospect,
the reaper comes now to collect.

It seems the countdown has begun
the clock winds down, nowhere to run.
In fear I scream, try to object.
the reaper comes now to collect.

In the veil between life and death,
the reaper comes now to collect.