Rushing to the Reaper

We move too fast
In everything we do
Planning every minute
To ensure all gets done
As if death is at our door

You see it on the road
People weaving into harm
As if the reaper
Is racing up behind
When he is waiting up ahead

We do it to our children
Pushing all they do
As if doom has them on the list
Planning to take them
Unless they speak at two

All our actions center
On what tomorrow holds
And how to get there fast
Skipping over days like leaves
Crushed beneath a funeral march

The quicker that we move
The faster we reach our maker
Who may ask us to our face
Why we never slowed our pace
And listened to the wind

About Charles Yallowitz

Charles E. Yallowitz was born, raised, and educated in New York. Then he spent a few years in Florida, realized his fear of alligators, and moved back to the Empire State. When he isn't working hard on his epic fantasy stories, Charles can be found cooking or going on whatever adventure his son has planned for the day. 'Legends of Windemere' is his first series, but it certainly won't be his last.
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32 Responses to Rushing to the Reaper

  1. Sue Vincent says:

    Spot on, Charles. Hope you are all feeling a bit better.

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  2. PorterGirl says:

    Superb track, this.

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  3. L. Marie says:

    So sad but true!!! Totally agree about kids being pushed too hard. Some of the preschools around here insist that kids know how to do things that preschools used to teach. 😦
    Glad to know you guys are getting better.

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    • Seems many don’t want kids to be kids these days. The pessimist in me thinks it’s ridiculous because the world won’t be the same when they become adults. Probably be an entirely different ball game considering how things are looking.

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  4. Good one Charles. I like this.

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  5. C.E.Robinson says:

    Right on, Charles! Good one to start the week! Glad you are feeling a bit better. Hope all improve day by day! πŸ’› Elizabeth

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  6. Loved this. Reminds me of the old joke “I don’t suppose anyone on their deathbed would say ‘I wish I could rush more.”‘

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  7. So much for smelling the roses!

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  8. Great poem with a very valid point. How many times do we look at the clock to see if it 5 o’clock yet or wishing it was Friday so that we could start our weekend. This rushing of time only brings us one step closer to our inevitable end without enjoying the time that we have been given in between. I really don’t understand it and personally try not to wish time away.

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  9. Reblogged this on Julian Froment's Blog and commented:
    A reminder to slow down.

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