The Reaper Poem by Paul Warren
The Reaper
The dark figure stands just out of view
Biding it's time as it watches what I do
I sense it as I make my way in this life
Each step closer as my apprehension is rife
But when I turn around it scurries away
Not wanting to catch my eye and stay
They say that when the day finally comes
I will see the reaper as its duty is done.
© Paul Warren Poetry
Wednesday, September 6, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: death,life,poem,reaper
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