The Reaper - Poem by Mike Dolch
I do not fear the reaper,
I fear meeting him too soon.
I met a demon once,
down in the cellar of my heart.
But then a boy sent from hell
called the ambulance for me,
and gave me another start.
I hope I can repay that smoker boy.
And pay it forward to many more.
I love you, and I’d save you,
saving you could save more than ten,
even if you have only saved me.
Injected with truth serum or not,
you’d hear the same thing now or then.
I love life, time and time again.
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