The death of a priest

With a bow of his head, the grim reaper stood

The feeling of despair emitting from him

As a hand of bone outstretched towards the elder

Death knew no mercy

And the end of his time approaches

He likes to think the world had been fairly good to him one supposes

The old man had tried to help the world grow

By methods of teaching and song

Death spares nobody

And takes the souls of those who do both right or wrong

As the old man drew up a stool he had begun to weep

He was grateful to live such a wonderful life but would miss the ones he loved

The old man was permitted to write a single note

To all those that were his beloved

In the note, he warned his family of how life only plunders

That life isn’t all about doing worthless things and you should be filled with childlike wonder

The elder was a loving person, who will never be forgotten, but rather dearly missed

Regardless of his role, brother, son, or great uncle,

The old priest made his goal to spread bliss

When he finished reciting his tales upon the note, he rested it upon a wood table

Now ready to leave this Earth with a look of calm on his face

He walked in hand with Death with utter grace

Nobody can completely win the game of life

However, the grim reaper had given him a pass