The Reaper

The Reaper

A Poem by Kirsten Mair

Death does not care for the boundaries of age,
If you are rich or on minimum wage,
Cares not if you've finished writing your page,
Prayers don't contain him, they only cause rage.


Death cares not for the mourning and weeping,
Ambushes when we're desperately keeping,
Your eyes from fading, your soul from seeping,
Death is too greedy, constantly reaping.

© 2013 Kirsten Mair


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Superbly, serious ! :)

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Added on January 10, 2013
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Kirsten Mair
Kirsten Mair

Cheshire, United Kingdom



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