Death 1 Poem by welkin siskin

Man is destined to face death
Life akin to death shall not you win
Which something has given birth as fate
Which something does take as wind
To the unknown, never entered gate.
There shall you weep or laugh
Where man's strength is diminished
A child you turn as a calf
Where your voice does not matter.
When every flag of life do to death flatter
Given times are to the mouth of sweet friend or callous foe
Death the company shall haunt
Where ever to the further you go
Without having a lesson learnt.