The Hooded Man With The Sickle

The hooded man with the sickle He comes without invitation He drops in on all kinds of people And takes them with no hesitation. The hooded man with the sickle He might drop by your place tonight He may meet you on the road you take And today, He may snuff out your light. Live your life like there's no end- Be ruthless and nasty with your ways, But when you meet him around the bend From that man you can't run away. We all will meet him, no matter what- Poor, rich, famous or otherwise, When he swings that sickle, you know that You breathe your last and close your eyes. .................................................. 'There is a time for everything, and a season for every activity under heaven...a time to be born, and a time to die...' Ecclesiastes 3: 1 July 14,2009 Cabantuan City