Death
DEATH
Death is everyone’s enemy,
It separates couples,
close friends and family.
Everyone fears it;
it has no friend, nor sympathy,
For it only bites with might.
It is scary and cranky,
No one can see it.
Death brings torture,
grief and injury,
It brings great sadness
And fills one with fury.
Death will be so easy if not for pain,
For with pain he makes his gain.
It fears no one,
Poor or rich, proud or humble,
Old nor young.
Death is no more visitor
In any household,
For no family had never experienced his hold.
It feeds and lives on flesh and blood,
And at the end leaves the person on his grave;
All alone with his bones.
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