The Reaper
The bell is ringing.
Can you hear it?
It calls for us, do not fear it.
As the seashore calls the wave,
Our time slips away,
Be brave, the Reaper is coming,
The drummer is drumming.
Death is near; sometimes we can taste it.
Be thankful for remaining time and don’t waste it.
The bell is ringing,
Can you hear it?
It rings for us.
Copyright © Timothy Mcguire | Year Posted 2018
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