G.R. Gaus

Rookie - 0 Points (April 11 1950 / St. Louis)

Breath Of Death - Poem by G.R. Gaus

Mr. Reaper, shall I call you Grim,
I sense we’ve met before,
A very close call, lights were dim,
Since; I’ve had many more.

Perhaps you give me another chance,
Not sure how all this works,
Always thought, when it’s time to go,
Close by, your shadow lurks.

Kind of glad you passed me by,
Still have seeds to sow,
Life’s too short, to end so soon,
To see; what might grow?

An unknown thought, kept inside
It never goes away,
Simply takes us away from here,
Turns body, to decay.

Something waiting on the other side,
The Reaper knows his truth,
It’s his decision to take us there,
Whether old, in prime or youth.

We’ll meet again some other day,
You’ll look me in the eye,
Perhaps I’ll be more ready then,
Your wish I will abide by.


Poet's Notes about The Poem

Why fear the Reaper, he's inevitable....

Comments about Breath Of Death by G.R. Gaus

  • Silver Star - 3,522 Points Valerie Dohren (5/26/2013 10:13:00 AM)

    Had a few close calls myself GR, but when your time's up, your tome's up! ! Great poem, well put together. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, May 17, 2013

Poem Edited: Friday, May 24, 2013


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