I spied the Grim Reaper
right behind my tree
I saw him
but he didn't see me
he went on his way
and he let me be
and I'm sure glad
that I still breathe free
‘cause I'm tired of fighting
that old S.O.B.
This made me chuckle! Usually the grim reaper is going to see you first. Congratulations on escaping this time!
A black, stark photo image that is just right for the serious-humorous poem. I fear the grim reaper, but not all the time.
It's wonderful that you can write of this with such humour! Hope he goes on his way for quite a bit longer, and doesn't return until you're certain that you're good and ready for him! :)
You follow here, dear Barry, the tradition of a long literature composing its text on Charon of the hellenic mythology since 750 a.d. at least with the first epics -especially the Ilias and Odyssee. The hellenic folk songs on the matter are a great chapter of this mythology too.On the same matter see my own poem Descend on the necro-oracle of Acheron too.The excavation of the shrine were made by my great professor Sotiris Dacaris.I worked as his assistant for two years excavating Dodona.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Well no one can escape 'Death' it is inevitable. The way you wrote this poem 'Simple and Straight' touched my poetic soul. Full ******