While not many are excited for death,
To forever be six feet underground,
A life may come where you take one more breath,
Where there is noise after your final sound.
Death is a very mysterious thing.
It steals our souls from the Earth one by one.
Words can not describe the stress death may bring.
It makes us think until our hearts are done.
Death death may give you an age with no number,
A life filled with peace and equality.
Death may come with a permanent slumber,
A slumber that brings no serenity.
Do not fear death, enjoy the time you get.
Death just means that you and destiny have met.
{m.w.}
