When your time is up
And the reaper comes to collect your soul
You’ll leave behind
Everything you’ve ever owned
There will be your shoes
Laying on your floor
Empty
Waiting for you to fill them with feet
Your car will be
Sitting in your driveway
With a tank halfway full of gas
And nowhere to go
The sidewalks
Will still escort the streets
As the metal people
Busily fly by
After your soul floats above the sky
And your house
Will still be a house
After you’ve passed
But the walls
Will never hear your voice again
The floor won’t creak to your steps
As you search for a midnight snack
Your lawn will continue to grow
Without you there
To give it’s weekly haircut
The sun will rise
The mountains will stand tall
The stars will sparkle in the sky
Whether you’re dead
Or alive
Everything you own
Will still be here
On this earth
After the reaper
Has come to collect your soul
He knows what is of value
And that is
You
And your soul
The man inside the home
The woman inside the shoes
The child in the car seat
These are the treasures
That the reaper will keep
And everything else
Will keep spinning.
-C.H.