Another Night On The Job

A poem about the reaper

Night in and night out

it's different and yet the same.

I travel the world to collect

their souls and I don't even

know their names.

I have a list drilled in my head

of places that they will be,

the men and women who died

that day and the souls they left for me.

It's just another night on the job

and new places I get to see,

and some might think that I like

what I do, but it's just a job to me.

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This poem was written from a photo prompt on Kevin's blog, The Beginning At Last.