Poem About Death: 2 Different Stories
Poem About Death
One frosty day in January
Sat a young boy, cold and wary
With no home, no parents, nil
Just waiting, hoping, keeping still
The ghastly reaper caught his eye
And said "Young man, it's time to die"
"Are you sure?" The boy asked, wary
On that day in January
"Never surer. Please hold still"
The reaper said, the boy said nil
"I understand you're scared to die"
He said "But in a blinking eye
The cold will vanish, don't be wary"
The young boy died in January
Poem About Death
One sunny day in mid-July
An old man sat outside to die
His life was full, he'd no regret
So on the bench he sat, to let
The reaper take him, rest his groans
Relieve him from his aching bones
"Good sir, are you sat here to die?"
The reaper asked in mid-July
"I am" The man replied, "So let
Me go, for I have no regret"
"But sir, despite your aching bones
And though I've heard your pleading groans
Today is not your time to die"
The old man sighed in mid-July
Encore!
For a lighter hearted view on all that is dull and dreary, read this poem about schizophrenia
