Mortality
Everything will be,
Gone one day.
Maybe next week,
Or maybe today...
Evreryonre will be,
Surely dead.
You'll too reach,
Your death bed.
This world is,
Like a guest room,
You're just a visited,
You've to leave soon.
A luxurious life,
For what? I pray!
We're passengers,
Not Here to stay.
This attachment with people,
Why? I ask.
Only making your farewell,
A tough task...
Copyright © Dark Queen Mh | Year Posted 2016
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