Death

May 2, 2016

Time runs out,

there is an end.

Death is not a persons friend-

No one knows the "why's" or "when"

It is sad-I will agree,

Why some choose death

So early.

He has no favorites

He takes them all,

And someday soon we'll hear His call.

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Comments (2)

estevulak101May 12, 2016

<p>Thank you, I still have much to learn but day by day I will reach my potential. </p>

Grant-Grey Porter Hawk GudaMay 11, 2016

<p>Powerful expression. Always let poetry fill your life. </p>