Grim Reaper
Glad and sad moan in a last surge,
Rise to the fare beyond compare;
Instinct hurls groans in final urge,
Meet end of cares with a new flair.
Reach out to see grim reaper's touch,
Exhaust old name that last embrace;
Allow air free to sizzle such,
Put out the flame in vain rate race;
Expire the sins of will and lot,
Release deep pains of mortal schemes.
Sense empty wins of fame and plot,
Empty shell slain as dead as dreams;
Exult no more these earthly shores,
Niche foreign shores beyond frail ores.
Leon Enriquez
11 January 2016
Singapore
Copyright © Leon Enriquez | Year Posted 2016
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