Death takes its time

Death takes its time
Strikes when it will
Picks the moment
And ignores prayers and pleas

Death strikes when it will
Taking a daughter
A father
A kitten
A neighbor or a friend
When it will
When it wishes

Death obeys no rules
And ignores the niceties
Unlike the clock
Striking on the hour
Death strikes whenever it pleases
Chasing the second hand
Around and around
Picking odd moments
Here and there
To stop time
Once and for all

Death points an icy finger
At the daughter
Or the kitten
And cuts short their time

Moving on to the next victim without hesitation
The Grim Reaper takes his time
And feels no remorse
It is for him
Just a job
With quitting time
The one constant

© Jamie McKenzie, all rights reserved.

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