GRIM REAPER (by Ani Onyedikachi Michael Jr.)
How wronged we thee, Grim Reaper?
That thou failest not to reach yet deeper,
Into our idyll chest of placid joy,
To steal our smiles, though we be calm and coy? What offence hath the little bairn,
who yet suckles at his mother's breast?
Or the unripe teen who for a future doth yearn,
That thou pluc
