My greatest fear in life was that of death.
I always sensed the reaper behind me with his evil breath.
You knew it was going to come but you didn't know when.
But there would be a specific time for you to visit the reaper's den.
Would death come from natural causes or out of the blue?
Possibly I'd be hit by lightning or drown in a slough.
Would I die young or croak of old age?
Or be wrongly convicted of murder and die in a cage.
Death seemed to be the only thing guaranteed for man on earth.
It made me doubt everything, including my own worth.
But when that time comes I hope the meaning of life will be revealed to me.
It may only be for a split second, what a shame that would be.