Death has studied me since birth!
He keeps his pen and pad close by,
taking note of my every downfall
as he prepares his plan of action.
For his amusement, he'll warn me
by doing a dry run in advance,
knowing I'm too busy to notice.
But every day I break out alive
brings me one day closer to him!
A philosophical approach to the grim reaper - eloqent and emotive. S :)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I would recommend this poem to everyone who is afraid of death. I would be surprised if they didn't lose some of their fear and started smiling instead! Cheers, Anita