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Blue oyster cult told us not to fear the reaper.
But I as I become older the concern grows deeper.
As my age continues to rise, my appreciation for life is starting to show instead of hide.
That rebellious phase of youth has had its use.
Now i take time and caution to avoid the reapers auction of death.
The more I experience, the more breaths I crave.
Feelings that were once hard to express have made peace with my soul to avoid being the slave of distress.
But I wouldn't say I'm content with my life just yet.
Which is why I yearn for more time in this world of regrets.
I need the clock to be on my side but time is also the master of my demise.
I can't rush what needs to be done.
Life is no walk in the park, you need to run.
But perhaps I need to be a little more greedy and speed up the process of what I want to do.
I just hope the reaper misses my soul while avoiding yours too.
The point of this poem is to show that maturity brings more love for life.
The youth had me marrying the reaper, I wanted her to be my wife.
But now I run as far away as I can, even though she'll catch me before or after my plans.