Death
After the length of life, comes death
A logical end to Physical Life, comes death
A true sign of hope or resignation, this death
An opening to new Spiritual Life, this death
A painful reminder of woes to the remnant
A new opening to life for the remnant
A closure of life's woes for the goner
An opening to that afterlife for the goner
I recall them that we have lost to death
I hope still we meet not in death
I hope this death be just the door
I wish them eternal life of bliss and More
Ye may groan or moan to death
Ye may smile or sigh to death
Ye may wish for another time
Ye may fear for another hour
But time will come for death
Be ready to go forth in death
By and by it shall be not over
But the best to come it's a startover
For they that in eternity believe
Faithful with smile we wish relieve
Frothing in sadness we contemplate
So is death, neither early, never late.
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