A man is greeted one day
By a figure who'd come a long way
Black hooded robe and bony hands
Holding a staff
A skull for his head
The reaper of souls is what they call me
I have come to collect thee
The man whose name was Jeff
Said ok, but hang on a sec
Pulling out his phone he began to talk
The reaper just stood there and watched
1 minute turned to two
Soon 30 had gone by
Jeff hang up and then said
Sorry I can't go my wife passed away, maybe come back another day
The reaper answered
I know took her myself she's waiting for you in the great beyond
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Very interesting exchange there! Wouldn’t know what I’d do in such a situation 🙏🏻👍🏻🕊
Thank you
You’re welcome Tony 🙏🏻👍🏻🕊
A fun read with the last line I thought that Jeff would say he had a restraining order keeping him away from her or that he would be in too much trouble from her if he went where she was. Good write Tony
Thank you
Good write T.
Thank you
Wow! Interesting scenario! Can't cheat death! Well done, Tony!
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You're welcome, Tony!
A fun read with a twist at the end. I guess the Reaper was pushed for time:) All the best Tony.
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Great poem and
Reaper story indeed! 😳 💀
A really thoughtful dude
was he, after all!👍
Brought a smile to my face,
a pleáure to read!!
Best regards ✌️ Thad
Thank you Thad, best regards
An amazing meeting with the grim reaper.I enjoyed reading well done
Thank you David
Very good words Tony, those who have passed are all waiting for us.
Andy
Thank you Andy
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