One Day
One day
0ne day he’ll come a-calling,
When the sands of time are gone.
He’ll listen not to stalling,
Or your reasons to carry on,
He’ll point his bony finger
At the empty lifetime glass,
Blink his eyeless sockets,
And the life you had, will pass.
There’ll be no time for kicking,
Discussion or debate,
When the clock has stopped its ticking,
Then it’s time to face your fate.
The hooded shadowy figure,
Has seen it all before,
Nothing’s going to stop him now,
Opening up deaths door.
Pleading, please and crying,
Don’t let my life be through,
Todays the day you’re dying,
And there’s nothing left to do.
The scythe will make an eerie swish,
And fill your heart with fears,
Your lungs will take their final breath,
When the Reaper-man appears.
Copyright © Robert Broadbent | Year Posted 2020
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