Temporary Moment Of Living Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Death has a way of rearing it's pale face in lives of all
of humanity, taking away those we love indiscriminately
or so we think.

Wondering what the qualifications of taking life from we
humans is actually like, what are the priorities needed,
if any, to select those who must be taken from life.

No one knows really, and there's no way death can speak
and let us know the details, those who die have no choice
in the matter.

They are alive one moment and dead the next, what lies be-
ween those moments, I want to know, with my dying thoughts
I will continue to try and figure it out.

Why does death take away our lives in the midst of it's
temporary moment of living on this earth, what is it's
reasoning, I find no logic in it doing so as yet.