Reflections From the Reaper’s Scythe

About Face ~ Brent Harris

About Face ~ Brent Harris

Life, of late, runs rampant, oh so fraught
Drama, danger, fire, medical emergency
Reflected flickers, moments briefly caught
Shine on the Reaper’s scythe for all to see

Death and life are natural, have no doubt
Whisper in our ears, if we will only listen
Often, we don’t hear them, so they shout
Look, here, hope we say, so it is this then

Not one may know what tomorrow brings
Cope until we wake up bleeding one night
Perhaps the ban sidhe wails or angel sings
From the fruit of your life death gets a bite

Although you are less, you could do more
Using the time you have with greater focus
Pursue hopes and dreams you had before
With drive, purpose; it is not hocus-pocus

Strive to give your best, whether he or she
Aging, do not surrender or become bereft
Reach our peak, give our all, we, you, me
Then, lacking all, do more with what’s left


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