Happy Reaper

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There’s always one,

Eyes set towards the sun,

Ready to burn,

Embracing the blindness,

And lead others forth;

Into they chasm,

The abyss of ignorance,

Whistling a happy tune,

Smiles on the way to doom.

 

I wave at them as they pass

Hoping they don’t seek

To drag me down with them.

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C. Stuart Lewis creates poems with feeling, intelligence and sex appeal. His short stories and books focus on characters that feel real in real world situations. Originally from the United States he now resides in Ontario, Canada. Check out his webpage at TheAuthorStew.ca

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