The Grim Reaper

THE GRIM REAPER by JOHN M. ARRIBAS I’m the grim reaper and I’m here to say We have an appointment to meet one day It might be early, could be late in the day My net is out and you can’t get away I’ve set traps to snag you, when you stray They’re set to go off at work or at play When I’m merciful I’ll snatch you asleep I set a harvesting date, that you must keep I open my ledger and scour for names Accurate bookkeeping, accurate claims No one is exempted, none will escape me There’s no subpoena, you can’t cop a plea I have many assistants I use in my trade Accidents, homicides, drugs; all are made Insuring I have a bountiful field to choose Christians, Catholics, Hindus, Muslims, Jews And all the others I have failed to mention Keep their scheduled date, with: no exception My reach is world wide from pole to pole My daily catch fills my quota goal I frequent many places to up my score Favorite hunting site, a place called war I have a few places of which I’m not proud Apocalyptic horsemen, fields often plowed Can’t elude me, I’m essential to the system Arrivals need space to balance the fiefdom As humanity marches to improved techniques I could become passe in a matter of weeks. Nonsense,I am inevitable, die has been cast Live each day fully, cause it may be your last Everyone dies but not everyone lives