Don't fear the Reaper
Another sleep, only deeper
Your toil is done
No more midday sun
Laid to rest
With the worst and the best
Some say good riddance
I shrug with indifference
My headstone epitaph written
Of times when I was love smitten
Once youthful as a kitten
Now just dust and hidden.
Don't fear the Reaper
He's just your last mortality taker
I still toss and turn
Maybe would have been better to burn
Robert Green- see more of Robert's poems on Poem Hunter
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