The Grim Reaper – Poem
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The Grim Reaper, a swift and silent hand,
Snatching youth away, across the land.
A life extinguished, a vibrant flame, Leaving echoes of sorrow and shame.
The world, a stage, where shadows dance,
Uncertainty’s grip, a chilling trance. Loved ones weep, their hearts in despair, A future bleak, a void beyond repair.
But those estranged, by whispers of strife,
Find solace in the absence of life.
No need for guilt, no need for remorse, The weight of their actions, a forgotten course.
Yet, sorrow prevails, a somber hue,
A stark reminder, life’s fleeting view.
The world, a transient realm, a fleeting grace,
No one possesses this earthly space.
Good deeds, a beacon, a guiding light, Shining ever so brightly, in the darkest night.
In hearts they linger, a memory’s embrace,
A solace found, in that celestial place.
For in that realm, where souls find their rest,
The Almighty’s embrace, a loving test.
A bitter lesson, a profound and stark truth,
To cherish each moment, in vibrant youth.
To live with kindness, with empathy’s grace,
And leave a legacy, in this fleeting race. For life’s a gift, a precious and rare art,
To live it fully, with all of your heart.