When the Grim Reaper turns his head,
Others have run, others have fled.
When the Grim Reaper turns his head,
I sneer, laugh, and smile instead.
"You perform your duty," I admire,
"With dedication and desire."
He stares into my soul, and ***** his head,
He goes to reply, but I say instead,
"Others have feared you, still others run.
I would too, but you're just too much fun"
He cracks a smile, and I am fed
Not his voice, but his low cackle instead.
"One morning I may awake, cradled in your arms,
One evening you may take me, much to my alarm.
But while you smile and cackle, allow me to say,
Though this may happen, it will not happen today."
His cackling stops, replaced by a glare
Into my soul, which was not bare.
I know, he knows, I meant what I said.
When the Grim Reaper turns his head,
I politely turn him away.
Back, for me, he will tread,
But on that day,
I will decide instead.