Death Awaits Poem by Jordan Miller

Death Awaits



From the day we are born death waits for us
Every second, minute, hour, death comes a little closer
Death waits for us for when we make the wrong mistake
Or death even waits for age to take us off this earth
Death would not be considered a nice fate
But for some with illnesses and dying of old age
It is the close of hurt, and a step into a new chapter
Death can be painful, or peaceful but only fate knows which is for you

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