A Poem I Thought Of Yesterday For You Called 'Reaper, Standing There'!!!!!!!!!!!

Reaper, Standing There

Reaper, standing there, why do you cry,
In the shadows,
In the fog,
In the mist?
It must be someone he missed.

Reaper, standing there, did someone die?
Someone you knew?
Someone you loved?
I could make a list,
But it must be someone he missed.

Reaper, standing there, don't be shy,
Talk to me,
Speak to me,
How can I assist?
Was it someone you missed?

Reaper, standing there, who died?
Was it someone you loved,
Someone you cherised,
Someone you kissed?
Could it be someone he missed?

Reaper, standing there, why do you sigh?
Reapers can love,
Reapers can feel,
Though grim, they exist,
And he has someone he missed.

Reaper, standing there, why do you cry,
In the shadows,
In the fog,
In the mist?
It must be someone he missed.



(I took a shower yesterday morning and, in the steamy mirror, was a figure that looked like the Grim Reaper sobbing. I made up a poem for him.)