The Grim Reaper Date: Sunday, 2nd October 2005 @ 02:03:19 PM AEST Topic: Sad Poetry Contributed By: lillyjane He is in the room silently waiting, beads of sweat upon his brow, many people really hate him, he knows it wont be long now, He can hear her gasping breath, he sees her slowly fade, he opens up his cloak of death, to take her to her grave. Its not his fault she has to go, the family can not keep her, he didn't really want this job, They made him - The Grim Reaper.. This poem is Copyright © lillyjane Important note: ALL POETRY ON THIS SITE IS COPYRIGHT. If you wish to use any poem for any purpose, please either EMAIL Mick from the sites feedback form, or go to the AUTHOR'S site and EMAIL the author for permission. If you Email Mick for permission on any poem that is not his personal works, he will endeavor to contact the author on your behalf. This poem comes from Your Poetry Dot Com https://www.your-poetry.com/ The URL for this poem is: https://www.your-poetry.com/route.php?page=poetry/PoemDetail&story_id=106933