Let Us Play Poem by Vasto Grom

Let Us Play



Come sweet children, let us play.
Cause soon now any day.
Death will come our way.

It doesn't matter where you stay.
In the house or behind the hay.
Death will come your way.

No matter what you do or say.
It doesn't matter if you cry or pray.
Death must sometime come this way.

Death will come.
Yes Death must come.
Death will come our way.

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