Death
Slowly it comes cold, icy, dark and dreadful
Some grieve, some smile, some laugh that it is done
Yet some loathe
But when time comes it comes.
All ages, sexes and natural things
Death does defy all
The weak, the strong, old and infirm
The wicked, the gentle
The rich and the poor
When it comes - it comes
Breaking bonds, love, hatred
Nothing stops, nothing holds
The body cremated or buried merges with the five elements
Turns to ash, decays and perishes
Everything is gone with time
The memories, the presence, the talk
Some hold dearly
Some let it fly by and breathe at last – let bygones be gone
The shared times, secrets, happiness and pain buried and fade
Nothing gained, nothing lost
Some in memories kept
Only pain.
In death, the soul liberates
Freedom from imprisonment;
In a body for long
Freedom from bondage
Do not grieve -
Live not with mortal fear
Welcome as a long lost friend
Embrace when it comes
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