Death Makes No Mistakes

They come to reap your soul
on the day you are to go. No man, woman, child, or ox
can change that day it's written in rock.
Each knows that one day their day will come
but lives life without the need to run.
Here we are today we stand
for one we loved no longer stands
Their day came and their day went.
But when we ask why we must not question death
Was he wrong to take their soul.
Not once has death not wronged us all
with which the day he takes each soul.

But there was one a child who escaped death's grasp,
but no one who knew her knows of that,
Because no one who knew her
Knows she's back.

(Credit to whoever actually drew that picture)