Death is well renowned, it lives on it's own. Life it does not spare, human sentiments it doesn't care. It devour man and beast, of status, couldn't care least. It takes young and old, it disconnects body and soul. Not important right or wrong, bodies are brought to ground; they decend to the grave, none could help nor save. For life brings this dispair; sting of death, non spared. so enjoy your life now, today, some day soon, you'll past away.
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Posted: Oct 2010
About this poem:
we are here just for a time. so we should make best use of it and enjoy as best as we can.