Death....Grim Reaper.

Death is not comforting

when you want to live.

Death is cruel and hurtful,

spiteful and so mean.

Death takes

whoever he wishes

and wants

without a second thought.

From young or old.

To ages in between.

He does not care at all.

The colour of our skin,

race or sexual preferences

or your religious beliefs.

From this side of the planet

in the dear old  UK.

To Timbuktu to even

Australia

and back again.

He does not

give a dam.

If your number is up.

He does not even bat an eye.

He just grins like a Cheshire cat

and waves his scythe

above his head

with his bony hand.

He is a  skeletal figure.

To which is shrouded

in a dark, hooded robe

to “reap” our human souls

and do as exactly as he pleases.

No point hiding under your beds.

Or thinking he will not get you

anywhere you hide.

For he shall seek us out.

When he wishes or wants.

That is his evil plan.

So while you have breath in your body.

Live your life to the full

as you possibly can.

And enjoy each day to the max.

And smile and celebrate life and living.