The Pace For Life.. For Death/ Do We Really Know Poem by Bethany Maxwell

Why does life end?
Is it our sould that you mend?
Or just for our hearts that you send,
When our lives begin to bend.
Is it for our lives that you fend?
Our bodies that you tend.

In our minds we know,
But is it truelly we know?
Are you friend? Or are you foe?
Where is it you tell us to go?
Do we have the choice to say no?
Is ift fast or is it slow?

Through our eyes we see your face,
As black as nothing, as white as lace.
What now do we truelly face?
Are you the end of the race?
Are you the next base?
Or just here to set a pace?

As we climb your mountain do we really get steaper?
As we swim in your sea does it get deeper?
Or is it our mind tha tmakes it steaper?
Or our souls that make it deeper?
Please tell me this,
Oh GrimReaper.