Before The Reaper Comes

Published by Family Friend Poems February 2011 with permission of the Author.

before the bullet it bit
before the candle is lit
before the last call
before the curtain falls
before the grave we pray
there is something I must say

before taps is played
before the jazz parade
before 21 guns sound
before the final round
before the fiddler we pay
this I must convey

before the sweet by and by
before the tears we cry
before the bells are rung
before the reaper come
before angles wing
I have to tell you
everything....everything...everything

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