I see its signs
Nearby and far
When life is in decline
Death becomes the star.
Documents
Legalize its omen.
Monuments
Parade each moment.
Some quietly slip away
While others, well let’s leave it at that!
Death will be my final play
In time I’ll wear its theme hat!
All the departed before me
Left me a death guarantee!
January 17,2014
Copyright Leaking Pen 2014
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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