“Oh my, it’s time, my dear.”

“Please, Reaper, I don’t want to go!

Not yet, oh please, please, sir!”

“It’s time to go.”

Death knows no specific date,

Nor time, nor hour—

Life is fragile,

It wavers and falters at every turn.

Live your life until the Reaper calls,

Explore the world,

Touch the grass and the trees,

Play with the animals,

Taste, smell, hear, see as much as you can.

Make loved ones along the way.

Embrace the Grim Reaper,

For when he comes,

It’s time to go.