Hang on Mr Reaper
Hang on Mr. Reaper we weren’t quite done!
Couldn’t you, possibly, sidestep just one?
Give us more time and I promise you this.
Each day will be savored and sealed with a kiss.
No time to waste as the minutes are done.
Along with the hours, days and the months.
Now all that is left is a big gaping hole.
Where once there lived such a fiery soul.
We’ll fill it with grief, sadness and tears,
As the penny’s drop and we realize our fears.
That each and everyone living today
Will eventually have to be on their way.
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