As My World Turns

“The Reaper”

It had been three days since he passed away,
when she entered the room where once he lay.

And there on a table, she found his note,
the old woman cried at the words he’d wrote:

Don’t weep for me, now that I’m gone,
I was never meant to live alone.

That I go first and you should stay,
cry not for me, it’s better this way.

You have your friends and to church you’ll go,
you can cook and bake and the flowers you’ll sow.

But life didn’t prepare that I live alone,
I only worked, you made the home.

So, don’t weep for me, for I’ve gone not far,
know that I’m there by the nearest star.

And when he comes again, be be it soon or late,
together we’ll walk through Heavens Gate

…Phil McCoy