Grim Reaper Poem by Nicola Jane Dady

He wants to take me

And I don't know why

But every time I turn my back

He puts his scythe up high

And I don't know why

And I just want to cry

Because I love my life

And I don't want to die


They say the good die young

So I ponder being bad

Just so my life can go on

And I know that's wrong

But the fear is strong

My mind and body are tired

But I have to fight on! !



Nicola Dady
Dec 2011