Narrative Poetry: The Reaper's Scythe
[Narrative Poetry] titled, "The Reaper's Scythe"
But life clings at his heart's beck.
Though he knows not how much he have,
Time is a number he wishes not halve.
He counted several labored breath.
But as he did so memories came flooding in
As if reminding him of his past sins.
Aware that his past are not for keeps.
Though fully knowing that time's ticking,
The man reminisce as his life's slipping.
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