The Grim Reaper

I have seen and felt your icy touch, And, you have scared me too much. But, I have seen you take the Great, the Rich, and the Poor – And, this indicates to me, you will only come when I can give no more. No more in living, except in dying – If only for a southerly-bound bird of the north flying, Or just for one drop of rain to kiss the earth, Where I would have stood could be your takings’ total worth! You have never discriminated in who you will harvest, as I can see – The Great, the Rich, the Poor, or Me! But, those who do not understand your seemingly random selection Will be grieved and most confused at your every collection – To be born is to die – To believe otherwise—is to live a lie!