Travels Of The Reaper
Recently my uncle passed away, this is the first death of a family member that I actually knew and therefore it's whole new territory for me. We were prepared because he had been struggling with prostate cancer for a while in its last stages and he had refused to take any form of chemotherapy, and yet I couldn't quite believe the news myself and sat for a bit- almost lightheaded. I recalled a few moments of him, laughing and patting me on the back, he had his own skeletons in his closet but he tried to make the best out of his situation. I felt a strange sense of emptiness knowing that he was now gone.
This poem was inspired by him and I can only hope that it will do justice to his memory
The Reaper's Travels
I'm known for my visits
Many of them I make
All around the world
Unfortunately unwelcome I am
For I never leave without taking
Flowers, beasts ,bees and birds
Even you I will one day meet
Worry not I won't stay long
We will take a walk together
At the end of it all
I am a splendid guest
I stay no longer than I can help myself
I dine nought and drink nothing
The only prize I desire
Is your life
Many greet me in different ways
Some howl in terror
Some cry bitterly
The young I sympathize with
Short their life was and incomplete
Yet some are interesting
They know of my coming
And prepare like any host would
Greet me with open arms
Smile as they walk with me
Them I like most
No fuss or muss
No regret or unfulfilled desire
Content and satisfied
And perhaps that's why
I smile when they leave
For the fields of Heaven
Their rightful paradise
Aby
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