Don't fear the Reaper
Another sleep only deeper
Your toil is done
No more midday sun.
Laid to rest
With the worst and the best
Some may say good riddance
I shrug with indifference.
My headstone epitaph written
Of times when I was in love, smitten
Once youthful as a kitten
Now just dust and hidden.
Don't fear the Reaper
He's just your mortality taker
I still toss and I turn
Maybe it would have been better to burn.
I too give a nod to Blue Oyster Cult and the cowbell skit on Saturday Night Live! This is unique and different view on death. I like it a lot. The ryhme scheme works really great. Nice, crisp lines. Great piece, much enjoyed indeed.
Good morning my favorite poet. So good to read you again! And this poem! WOW! ! ! I already have the image in my eyes-mind! Little by little taking shape.Burn Poet, burning in the intensity of his words!
I don 't fancy burning Robert, had a few close calls with fire already - as for the reaper, he 's a bit too close for comfort now at my age so would like to give him a rain check for a few years yet! ! Interesting write though, and very we'll penned.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Enjoyed this piece. If you have time tryHeadstones it's very similair.