Death Poem by Jan mah

Death is great,
Something that shows us our fate,
It is an uninvited guest,
Shows up when the time is best,
Helps you when you experience extreme pain,
Knowing the fact that nothing it will gain.
Neither proud nor humble it is to be,
As it's very silent but very well known to you and me,
to get rid of your old body, it is the only way,
'so it is to get rid of your worries, troubles and pain' you may say,
Many of us fear it and do not want to die,
They think that there is more to see and buy.
Over one’s body their relatives do cry,
While most of them with relief heave a sigh,
No one can ever overcome death,
Even with the help of a doctor and his steth,
Seek for the power of eternity,
Only if you can take up the great responsibility.
Warning! Never apply for death yours or others,
For laws i.e. leaves of the tree called nature then withers,
A crime it is to take death into your hands,
For there is no forgiving for it in his hands,
Grim is the omen of death,
A time to give up your breath.
Life is good but death is better,
Life is magnificent, death is mightier,
After death the world recognizes you,
After death is when they discover your value,
So my friends there is something that shows us our fate,
It is Death and is truly great.