We go on in the same old way,
Until, one day,
We brush against the Reaper, who will say,
“Man’s day is brief
And must end in grief”.
Then he may smile
And pass by for a while.
But he will return one day
For we are clay.
.
Or we simply fall asleep
And fail to wake.
Sometimes friends and family weep.
But the Reaper takes
And never returns.
Therefore we should learn
To spend our days
In joyful play
For we know not
When or what.
Copyright: Kevin Morris
K Morris - Poet 
Interesting
I’m pleased you found my poem interesting.
True, indeed. We don’t know when the reaper will come.
Indeed we do not, Vivienne. Therefore we should enjoy each new day as though it might be our last.
Very thought provoking Kevin and to paraphrase, you conclude by saying, seize the day for one day it will be your last. I can’t help wondering that if only more people lived by that motto, then perhaps this World would be a happier and more peaceful place.
I agree with you, John. I have also found that being in hospital and relying on others, makes you realise the value of human connection. I have, of course always known its value. However, being in Walton Neuro Unit really brings it home to me.