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.

© An Empty Glass, 2015

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