Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

warm day
it's the swell
of July

the grass is browning
even dreams seek the shade
but the heat doesn't
bother the Reaper

he walks here & there
& everywhere
taking as he goes
as if he had no burden

someday his work will be finished
he will retire
completely disappear
no one will miss him

hey hey- the rays are beautiful- thanx

V good poem& theme.

so much for pursuit of a career......jobs are good if you like to eat, but all the rest often has little to get excited about.......I guess that's why many of the younger workers can be heard singing, It's just a J O B.....

I wouldn't miss or mess with the reaper,
but I'll miss the hot spell of July, when the body swells and burns. Not looking forward to the winters.

Thank you, mingo.

Thx folks

sowing and reaping
the reaper reaps
and sower weaps
someday
one day
no one will miss him