694. When I Face The Reaper Poem by Jaden Knight

I faced the reaper at just over a year old
all in black towering over my little body
he showed no interest in taking me away
but prodded me back towards life

His cold eyes bored into mine
I was too frightened to cry
maybe he saw something about me
so he went off and left me behind

Was too young to remember if he said anything
before he disappeared into the shadows
would like to think that he said "see you later"
before he faded away to become one with the darkness inside

Have faced him a few times since that day
but he refuses to even be that interested
simply pushing me back to my waiting body
and vanishing without even saying a word

I wonder why he has not taken me
no answer have I yet found
maybe he will give me the answer
when I face the reaper for the final time