The Gift of Death

A nearly unending road, On which man travels, To reach a place offering peace A destination that welcomes all. A few bumps along the path, Some smooth edges, Crossed only to achieve something unachievable. A journey undeniable. A path that every man travels on after birth. It is our fate. A destiny unquestionable. Still people challenge it, run from it. Knowing that at last it comes for us all. God gave man a gift. One he himself doesn’t have. A gift that man does not value. Something more precious than paper or rocks An end to all our pain An end to a path full of mysteries and adventure