Paul S. Gifford

A GRIM AFFAIR

Are you fearful of the Grim Reaper,
and terrified as to when you will meet?
Perchance it will be as you trip in a shower,
or get pummeled whilst crossing a street.

Possibly Mr. Reaper shall drop in on you,
as you suck sweet marrow from a bone…
Maybe you’ll be lost in an endless crowd
Or far more unsettling – I think – all alone.

Perhaps you’ll be sitting quiet by the fire
and he’ll sneak up on you from behind.
For remember that you are a mere mortal
and every last one he’s able to find…

Conceivably you’ll be at your computer
catching up on your daily posts and email.
When you get a feeling to glance behind you,
But if you attempt it – it will be to no avail.

Because before you even turn your head
to boldly dare stare death in the face,
Your soul would have been transported
to a much hotter and more devilish place.

I seem to comprehend an awful lot about him,
I am sure that you would keenly agree.
Understand, I know all that there is to known
for that Grim fellow is none other than me…