Death Is Our Only Definite Destiny-
as we all die
we each just seem to take our turn
some made to freeze
others made to burn
and we die with knowledge
we never wanted to learn
tears that were once shed for love
may once again start to churn
as some will grieve
and others will yearn
I wonder if the people who care now
will later mourn
do not worry though
do not show any concern
for dust you are
and to dust you shall return
Copyright © Luke Steadman | Year Posted 2009
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