Mr Death
Everyone meets me for certain one day.
I appear when you least expect, and lead you on your way. Don’t ask me any
questions, as I have nothing to say, but when I finally meet you, it will be your final
day.
The job I have is hard, but work will never cease, for I am the one who leads you to
everlasting peace.
I show up when your name appears, be you king or queen or pauper. I must lead
you to the light, father, mother, son or daughter.
My name I hear you ask? Some call me death, or the gate keeper. But for most of
you I am simply known as the GRIM REAPER.
Copyright © Peter Timmins | Year Posted 2010
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