They call death a thing.
They say that when death comes
There’s pain.
Loneliness.
Fear.
Tears.
But they’re wrong.
Death… death just is.
Life is a thing. A gift.
Without life, we’d all be dead.
They forget to say
That when there’s life,
There’s joy.
Smiles.
Connection.
Love.
Death is not a thing,
Life is.
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So insightful! I loved your take on this, so true.
This is very inspiring, thanks for sharing!
Beautiful, Death… death just is. Life is a thing. A gift. love this.
I so agree with Your great poem also when death comes we have another life very quickly life never ends actually as one life ends another will start quite quickly!