![]() The ReaperA 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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1 Review Added on January 10, 2013 Last Updated on October 7, 2013 Author![]() Kirsten MairCheshire, United KingdomAboutWould appreciate any form of constructive criticism or general comments about my poetry more..Writing
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