Death Poem by Bethany Maxwell

For some it is like a shadow that just slips bye,
For others it is as sweet as lemon pie.
How you will die, no one knows,
If you will die everyone knows.
Some will die in pain,
Some insane,
Those who are lucky shall not feel anything.

Some think that death is the end
Others think it is only the beginning,
And more think it will break, others think it shall mend.
As for me my head is always spinning.

Death will never be proven, it is only in your mind,
What is true and what is false.
Fr some it is kind, others undefined.
But one this is always the same, you shall loose yur pulse.