Poems

Death

Death takes people by the hand.
He drags them and buries the sand.
Some are old some are new.
Death will always have room for you.

No matter if you're expecting it or not.
Death is just doing his job.

One little think that you don't know.
Is that when you die you don't really go.
Death always leaves a little part.
Which he likes to put in someone's heart. 

I just want everyone to know that if someone dies who you love or know just remember it's all for a reason.

I like to think that the reason someone passes away is because people  need their personality for others. Whether it happy or funny that person who gets given it will be just like them. Almost the same person but just different in looks.