The farmer and the crow

There once was a man with a big farm to his name
Loved it like nothing else, to him the lambs and children were all the same
Liked to walk amid the sea of corns, and enjoyed the sight of rain when it came
Never been someone to complain or to desperately look for people, when wrong, to take the blame

He lived a simple life, despite many times crossing roads with death
Until the eventual day came...when he would draw his last breath

He was sitting on his usual chair, near an olive tree
When he suddenly spotted a crow to his right walking towards him slowly
"Guess the army of scarecrows was not enough for you?" said the old man, smiling
"No, for today no veil can hide you" spoke the crow, in a scene that was chilling
"I see...so my time is finally upon me?" added the farmer with a calm tone
"Yes, our first meetings served as a reminder but now, this is the final one"
The old man, keeping a peaceful smile, politely asked;" is there enough time for me left to make a request?"
"I believe so", answered the crow," though nothing should matter anymore to someone about to be put to rest"
"If possible, tell me a story of someone's death, that reminds you of me", said the humble soul
"Very well", said the bird," long ago lived a king who did not appreciate his life"
"Slept with women but did not marry, had lands but did not cultivate and loved to fill other kingdoms with grief and strife"
"When I gave him the first reminder, he executed his doctor for not being fast enough"
"When I gave him the second, he partied for days after getting better claiming me to be so tough"
"Until I came to collect his soul, it was one of the few times when he felt terrified"
"Still Clinging to this world, he could not accept his demise and like a child: he cried"
"He offered that his women go first: I declined. were they even his to throw them?"
"He then offered the fruits of his land: I declined. what seeds do they come from? when did he sow them?
"He then offered his soldiers: pointless. It was because of him that I already claimed them"
"So, I took his vile soul. and I would not have if it was not my duty"
"He was too filthy to even look at, making me wonder if someone could live without having an ounce of beauty"

"But how do I remind you of him?" questioned the farmer," am I such a sinful person?"
"No", uttered the crow," but both of you were blessed with the same things, though they differ in scale"
"You both had the women, land, and workers. but while you chose to earn, he put his soul on sale"
"And though he had more time and power: he let his whims control them to no avail"
"One did so much with so little, while the other with wealth sought so little"
"The difference of outcomes is astonishing, but such is the human soul: only understandable by the divine"
"Now enough chatter, your hour has come, and now is the time"
With only prayers as his last words, the old man departed peacefully with a smile on his face
And the crow...no, death walked away, wondering if humans will still learn their lessons, without leaving a trace