Reaper

The reaper must not look for me,
with all the sights I've yet to see.
And all the songs that I will sing,
within my being I shall bring,
when that one day arrives at last,
and sights and songs are gone and past.

So many ways I've yet to learn,
and places where I must return;
the promises I've still to keep,
and dreams colliding as I sleep,
while floating free in other lands -
I know the reaper understands.

Our earth revolves, the seasons change,
and I with joyful heart arrange
the slim minutiae of my days,
relishing life's capricious ways.
With skies and seas to savor yet,
the reaper's scythe must hold my debt.

And when he reaches out to me
and beckons from an old dead tree
for me to follow, leaving all
that I have known, winter to fall -
I'll go in peace, while others find
the treasures I have left behind.

Marilese
Wonderful to have the assurance and the motivation to leave treasures behind for others to find, then the release to die in peace will indeed be positive - great poem!

Susan Jarvis
Superlative rhyming couplets conveying a message that touches the heart. :)