Meaning Of Death Poem by Kriss Bailey

I am deceased.
We are to depart.
Life has expired.
A story has finished.
He has passed away,
While she perishes.
The body decays,
As strength declines.
A hero disappears,
As their story dwindles.
Time starts to ebb,
Then ends.
As memories start to lapse,
They soon fade.
We soon pass,
As our body sinks,
Our story soon to vanish.
The flower to wane, wilt then wither.
Our days to break down,
Then fail.
Our mind to fizzle out
And halt.
Our lives ever running down,
Until our final stop.
Even though there is death,
For I still smile,
This is not my first,
Nor my last.