The Grim Reaper?
Keep your chin up darlin
Don't mope about and be sad
Why your whole life is in front of you
You are young so much to live
Those days of youth are gone
The beloved family and friends as well
I just sit and wonder
About where they all have gone
I miss the presence of my parents
Always there when needed most
I miss the companionship of buddies
The ones that time and tragedy took
I am so alone at present
Gazing into the vast forever
Wondering what road ahead lies waiting
What fate aside from death I find
This reaper grim is not welcome
Not a friend I should also say
But a great reconciler and adjuster
A balance to the concept of unlimited days
To keep us mindful of the passing time
That it waits for no man
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he and I are well acquainted ! I even wrote a poem partially about an experience with him because he keeps trying to get me to go with him! you seem to young to mess with grim beings, choose your adjusters wisely! hope you gaze into the positive attracts positive places! wishing you all the best beings! nice write !..............................Jim
loved it. Reminds me of my recent Grim reaper poem
Appointment with the Grim Reaper, Writers Digest
For today's prompt, write an appointment poem. My first thoughts with appointments conjure up visions of doctors, dentists, and parent-teacher conferences. But there are also business meetings and romantic dates. For the most part, people are very appointment-centric, because it gives people a reason and opportunity to come together (kind of like my annual appointment to poem daily on this site).
Appointment with the Grim Reaper
Sam Adams
One day received a summons
From the Grim Reaper
The note read
“Your appointment
For final status determination (FSD)
Is confirmed for midnight Saturday
A driver
will come for you
Be prepared
Tell no one
This appointment is high
Q level classified.”
Sam got up at 11:30
And waited for the courier
While his wife slept
There was a knock on the door
He went out
The courier was dressed
In a black uniform
But did not look entirely human
He had a blank face
No hair
And horns on his head
He said
I am your driver today
After your hearing
I will drive you
Either to Hell,
Or to heaven
Or back here
If you are given a reprieve
Of your FSD
They drove off
In his black SUV
The plates read, 666 hell
They soon entered
A dark forbidding forest
The road ended
They got out
And walked
Found themselves
In a large field
They parked
And walked
To a large black tent
A demon attendant
Barked
Name and DOB
Sam Adams
10-30-195
You have an appointment
With Mr. GR
Proceed to door number 2
For you FSD
Good luck
He entered the room
Mr. GR dressed in black
Wearing cool Ray-ban glasses
Looked up from his computer
Sam Adams
He growled
You have been given a reprieve
From Hell
For five years
Your next FSD will be final
Probably Hell but maybe Heaven
That decision is beyond my pay grade
You may go back home
My driver will drive you
Go!
The driver took him home
He went to bed
Woke up convinced
It was all a dream
Later that day
A letter arrived
Appointment with GR
For final status determination
Has been confirmed for
Five years from today’s date
We advise you to get
Your affairs in order
There is no appeal
From the final FSD
Awesome .. and intense... I have had a very, up close and personal brush with Mr Grim and I did not like it.. Pneumonia from exposure to
toxic mold and rodent droppings doing a clean up of a real estate property.. It woke me up to how fragile life is... and how we must pay attention to details.
Love
Laraine
I worked in hospital for a time and saw many people meet the reaper. I also recently experienced an up close and personal visit. I wish to not meet him again any time soon... he is quite unpleasant.. thank you for reading my poem.. i love your comments and work
laraine
loved it. Reminds me of my recent Grim reaper poem
Appointment with the Grim Reaper, Writers Digest
For today's prompt, write an appointment poem. My first thoughts with appointments conjure up visions of doctors, dentists, and parent-teacher conferences. But there are also business meetings and romantic dates. For the most part, people are very appointment-centric, because it gives people a reason and opportunity to come together (kind of like my annual appointment to poem daily on this site).
Appointment with the Grim Reaper
Sam Adams
One day received a summons
From the Grim Reaper
The note read
“Your appointment
For final status determination (FSD)
Is confirmed for midnight Saturday
A driver
will come for you
Be prepared
Tell no one
This appointment is high
Q level classified.”
Sam got up at 11:30
And waited for the courier
While his wife slept
There was a knock on the door
He went out
The courier was dressed
In a black uniform
But did not look entirely human
He had a blank face
No hair
And horns on his head
He said
I am your driver today
After your hearing
I will drive you
Either to Hell,
Or to heaven
Or back here
If you are given a reprieve
Of your FSD
They drove off
In his black SUV
The plates read, 666 hell
They soon entered
A dark forbidding forest
The road ended
They got out
And walked
Found themselves
In a large field
They parked
And walked
To a large black tent
A demon attendant
Barked
Name and DOB
Sam Adams
10-30-195
You have an appointment
With Mr. GR
Proceed to door number 2
For you FSD
Good luck
He entered the room
Mr. GR dressed in black
Wearing cool Ray-ban glasses
Looked up from his computer
Sam Adams
He growled
You have been given a reprieve
From Hell
For five years
Your next FSD will be final
Probably Hell but maybe Heaven
That decision is beyond my pay grade
You may go back home
My driver will drive you
Go!
The driver took him home
He went to bed
Woke up convinced
It was all a dream
Later that day
A letter arrived
Appointment with GR
For final status determination
Has been confirmed for
Five years from today’s date
We advise you to get
Your affairs in order
There is no appeal
From the final FSD
Wow, Laraine. A deeply resonating and for me personally connecting write. We should be grateful for what we have eh? A word of wise. And one that lifted up my day. Enjoyed.
This poem stemmed from my own personal experience with pneumonia. I
have had asthma all my life.. don't smoke etc. But I cleaned up an old house that had been abandoned for quite a time and did not wear protective gear. I got pneumonia from exposure to the stuff I was cleaning up. and it was a fight for my life.. was in ICU and do not wish to ever go back.
Laraine
That's crazy Laraine. Tragic for you to ever go through that
Fabulous poem! It's dark but grippingly real x