(This poem IS NOT by me, it is from pinterest)
Some say Death is quiet,
Others say he's loud.
Some people hear a shotgun;
Others, not a sound.
To some, he is a whisper,
A senseless breath of smoke.
To others, he's a family member,
Welcoming them home.
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