Death [2] Poem by Gert Strydom

To some people death comes serene
but I have seen it coming
with great fear and pain
as a unknown something
wiping clean life's scene
shattering the lives of those still living
again and again
and yet to some it comes silently as a sleep
while in its dark mysterious phantom some does weep
as still nearer and still nearer it does creep
as a end to things and to life
or a interlude to a new beginning
of that which lies unknown.