The only thing that is certain,
Death.
Whether it comes today,
Tomorrow,
Or fifty years from now,
It comes.
Hovering like a bumblebee,
Waiting to sting,
Or rushing out of nowhere,
Unexpected,
Like a freight train,
Arriving at its destination,
Marking the end of one journey.
Jun 12, 2013
Jun 12, 2013 at 12:44 PM UTC
The only thing that is certain,
Death.
Whether it comes today,
Tomorrow,
Or fifty years from now,
It comes.
Hovering like a bumblebee,
Waiting to sting,
Or rushing out of nowhere,
Unexpected,
Like a freight train,
Arriving at its destination,
Marking the end of one journey.
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