Death Poem by Beryl Jacob
Death
Death is the end of the track
We are like trains with no brakes
Moving forward
The train will have lots of difficulty
One day the train will reach the end of its track
Death
From there we board another train to reach
Heaven or hell
It is the end of the journey
I am not scared of death
I know if I am born in this world, I will die one day
We don't know when the day will come
We sleep thinking of tomorrow
We are not sure of waking up
Our life is short
We may die anytime, anywhere
So make the best of it.
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5/5/2024 3:21:34 PM # 1.0.0.1119
I am not scared of death I know if I am born in this world, I will die one day So the make the best of life when we are alive. you end the poem on death with a positive note. thank u dear friend poet. tony