Why do you come
Earlier for some than others?
Maybe it's good
You show soon for the young.
How else would pain cease?
You can be questioned
But your consistency sure.
Some call you 'Brother Death',
Others ask why you linger;
Yet, you are never late
For an appointment.
Hear you have relatives,
Closest been
War and sickness;
They too are unwavering.
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