Posted by: Ron DuBour | June 26, 2018

The Grim Reaper~by Patrick Kevin O’Shea



The Grim Reaper

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He cometh the hour,
Wrapped in dark cape.
Inflicting his power, 
With misery to drape.
Black horses snarling,
Their master in tow.
Leaving the lying,
To the living grim show.
Taking our loved ones,
For ever to keep.
Ignoring our crying,
As tears well so deep.
Battled against him,
For centuries I say.
Trying to avoid him,
To keep him at bay.
But cometh the hour,
One day he will call.
Armed with his sythe,
Then we shall fall.
He lops certain crops,
In appointments to keep.
Called The Grim Reaper,
Our last gasp to reap.
So until that time,
Enjoy I implore.
Before that last visit,
To knock at your door.
Cometh that hour,
Wrapped in dark cape.
That ogre with power,
With misery to drape ….

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