Death
Hello Death
I’m not here to meet you yet
The time I hope is not yet set
I only have some questions for you
When you give your cold embrace
Is it for those who fear your face
Why do you hug
When you kill with drug
Do you enjoy pain
Are you even sane
Do you even look upon those faces that cloths are lain
Or is it sorrow that you feel
By the body’s do you kneel
As their souls you silently steal
They say you are grim
Do your emotions numb as life you skim
As the plant of life you trim?
They say a scythe you wield
But a scythe is supposed to be in a field
As humans use a scythe to save lives with food
Do you save lives with your grim mood?
By collecting those whose time is come
Do you save the others who need not be numb
But do people even see you right
They never have beheld your sight
You are said to be a grim reaper
But are you really just a loving keeper
Is death really bad
Should we be even sad
Or should we be glad
Because our friends and family will feel peace
For their troubles you cease
Instead of a cold embrace
Which we always want more space
Are you just loving and snug
Where we don’t feel sorrow’s tug
Oh Death
You probably don’t care to share
These answers of whether you are fair
But just know I want you to let me live my full
Then you can take my soul
When you do slay me then
Let it be around family and friend
Please don’t have them cry
When I die
But let them sigh
For I lived a good life
Let me have ended all my strife
Have them laugh in joy
For when they are ready come to me
Together we will see
Copyright © Trapper Jones | Year Posted 2025
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