Death Poem by Philip Michael

Death



Death will find us if he wishes for us.
Those who try to escape, fail.
Some think he is scary -
Some try looking for him.
Others can't get out of his way.
He will never go away
In the end death will always win.
There is no escape from him.

Tuesday, March 13, 2012
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