John E Stokes Poet Lyric

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!

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