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Apr 2016
Death is a future that all people share,
Be it sudden or slow, it simply won’t care,
It has many forms, it has many ways,
As a shadow it follows for all of our days.

Some people fear it, some they embrace it,
One thing is certain; they’ll never outrace it,
As sure as there’s birth, there will always be death,
The reaper waits patiently, until our last breath.

Our birth is a miracle, but is death the end?
On your religious belief, will this answer depend?
A belief in a faith does not make you wrong,
For deep in your heart does this answer belong.

To loved ones we leave, grief comes along swift,
But mourn not our passing; our life was a gift,
The times that we shared, the good and the bad,
Thinking of us, should not leave you sad.

Life is not living if you simply exist,
Take life in your hands and give it a twist,
It’s your actions and deeds that define who you are,
Just remember that death, watches on from afar.

© Cinco Espiritus Creation
Paul Gilhooley
Written by
Paul Gilhooley  Wallasey
(Wallasey)   
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   --- and Frank lewis
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