Death steals from us all the time
Death loves committing crime
Death eerily robs us of our friends
Sisters, brothers and our dear parents.
Death hurts us all the time
And obliges us to spend every dime
That's saved for tough and rainy days
Death continues to terrorize and amaze.
Death, we don't like you
Tuesday, October 29, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: death