Friday, March 9, 2012

Reaper


When I was a young man, I never thought of you
You visited me when I least expected, and have haunted me ever since
We never talk about you, and if we do, it is only in hushed tones
You take from us our joy, our spirit, and leave only sorrow
Always near, lurking in the shadows, ready and willing to exact your toll
We run from you but we cannot hide
As an older man I try to accept you
You are never far from my thoughts