The Jester and the Reaper
by Michael Doyle

It is near impossible
To look at the world capable
Of not knowing great sorrow,
And worried about tomorrow.

I've seen love lost
At its tremendous cost.
I watch children losing hope,
As if at the end of life's rope.

I sit here wondering why
Or even how we do more than sgh.
Heavy tears fall as we cry,
Doubting if the truth is just a lie.

The blackness of death surrounds,
While helplessness abounds.
Why does God do as He does?
Is hope for the future now a "was?"

A widowed mother dies n her bed
Love for her family, the thought in her head.
As great cities crumble and burn down,
The Jester and the Reaper fight for the crown.

I sit here wondering why
Or even how we do more than sigh.
Heavy tears fall as we cry,
Doubting if the truth is just a lie.

The wise help the sick and the poor
Seeking God's satisfaction, we hope for more.
Those who seek evil often seem to succeed,
Until the people find them empty, filled with need.

There is a hole of pain inside,
As we beg our God to take our wounded pride.
God is merciful, however steep the price.
Life comes with no deeper advice.

I sit here wondering why
Or even how we do more than sigh.
Heavy tears fall as we cry,
Doubting if the truth is just a lie.

The ordeals of life often lead to mistakes,
Some gentler, others lead to a deeper ache.
Each must be taken in their stride,
How else is life to become satisfied?

There is no better way but to live,
Taking life with every breath that God gives.
Be it wicked or righteous, who are we to say?
The best that life has is this very day.

I sit here wondering why
Or even how we do more than sigh.
Heavy tears fall as we cry,
Doubting if the truth is just a lie.

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