Death will always come unexpectedly, or with a warning maybe
Death is somehow a nature of living
A part we never wish
Some will say yes,
While others plead no
Not now, please not today
Another day maybe
But no matter what we do,
How strong we hold onto it
To make it halt for a while
Death will find a way
Its presence is unnerving
Others find it relaxing
The views of death may vary
But indeed scary
What is scary is not death itself
Somehow it is life we fear
If we did a great job living,
Or waste its worth?
And when you meet death
What will you say?
Take me, I'm done...
Or tomorrow perhaps is a better choice.
©darkaleish
