When death comes your way,
dont run dont hide,
cause it will always find you,
you might as well just let it take you.
It might not be what you want,
but wether you do or not,
it will come,
sooner or later.
You have a short life,
live it gracfully,
and always know,
death will come to be.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
good write but it's a little dark but true.