The Reaper called to visit me
To talk of all the times past
Of the good times now faded far away
I knew this life was never meant to last
He sipped a cup of tea with a boney hand
Apologised that my time had now come
I ate one final piece of carrot cake
And knew I would have to succumb
Death, visited me as a true gentleman
He never made me feel ill at ease
Entertained me with his charm and wit
He did everything he could to please
But now the clocks no longer tick
And the grey comes creeping of the night
He takes my hand, so now we wait
To stand here waiting for a flickering light
To talk of all the times past
Of the good times now faded far away
I knew this life was never meant to last
He sipped a cup of tea with a boney hand
Apologised that my time had now come
I ate one final piece of carrot cake
And knew I would have to succumb
Death, visited me as a true gentleman
He never made me feel ill at ease
Entertained me with his charm and wit
He did everything he could to please
But now the clocks no longer tick
And the grey comes creeping of the night
He takes my hand, so now we wait
To stand here waiting for a flickering light
copyright Chris Smith 2009
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