The End

                                                            How hard is it that we have to die

I wonder how it feels
Men fears death, as children fear to go

In the dark

I wonder if there is light when the grave seals
Verily death is the end

Death is like a bee which brings honey

but stings
Death is not escapable
No one is promised tomorrow
I cry that the wordily moments have forever passed
Verily death is the end

Death is a visitor that enters each door

and asks of no one’s permission
 I wonder if it is the greatest loss
Death is a debt that we must all pay

Verily death is the end.