Death Pondered Poem by Paul Warren

We went into the Hospital that night
I heard a woman screaming in fright
You see she didn’t want to die
She was so scared and couldn’t see why
You see some aren’t given the choice
To go quietly in their bed without voice

A motorcyclist switched bikes with a mate
Testing each other and for him his Fate
Were not kind and he skidded along at speed
Until contacting a telegraph pole to bleed
His last words to the world was all scream
And this happening was a nightmare so extreme

I don’t know if the grim reaper prowls around
Wielding a sickle taking souls as they are found
Sometimes it seems hard to find a reason for it
It must be all in God’s plan as the only real fit
I hope that in the end when it comes to my time
That to pass on then will be perceived as no crime

© Paul Warren Poetry