Death comes,
like a starved wolf in the savanna,
knock at thy door like a thief
and takes your breath away.
Death comes,
it comes like the Alzheimer's disease
Whispering through days and nights
walking beside us on our life’s road.
I am not afraid of death,
I just don't want to be available when it comes.
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