Death Poem by Mal Sharp

I hate the fact that we must die,
No matter how late in life, to soon.
Death's presence is always nearby,
To which none of us are immune.

Death brings about many regrets,
All the things never done nor said.
No time to take back empty threats,
A lifetime of what-ifs instead.

There's no way for us to protect,
Loved one's from death, so just release.
Make sure in life that you connect,
To all and they will rest in peace.

Death is final, our last true act,
So express your feelings today.
Take every chance to interact,
Who knows who's next to go away.