A Day In the Life of Death

I saw the carefree youth racing, Racing their cars around the town. And straight away I saw no one had Properly clipped their buckles down. They raced at breakneck speeds, Irresponsibly, through a bright red light. Lucky that time, not to hit anyone, In the still of the cold wet night. So I wiped a rag of oil over the road, Around the corner they’d surely drive. Yep, the carefree fools hit and slid, Slid to the tree, nobody would survive. Then I walked to them, the wrangled smash, With my black cape, scythe and lanky bones. I helped each up, took each away with me, Past their cold empty new tomb stones. “I am Death, I’m the end of your road” I announced on our short little stroll. Now, I’m looking forward to meeting you one day, When I’m harvesting your soul.