Death Comes To All Of Us
Death comes to all of us
We run, we hide but the efforts are futile
Over the time we succumb to this life
That little sneaky bastard grabs us all
There is no escape and riddance of the stealth
But the existence of darkness that grabs you.
What matters is how you live today
Not counting smiles and love that you spread
But counting the moments you did not.
© Akhand Singh, 2015 © An Empty Glass, 2015
Akhand Singh 