What we do, at last, shall make us get,
What men know are few opulent days and penurious weeks,
Keep knowing the betrayed eyes and fragile shrieks
Until the tears swell our fate.
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A poignant piece expressed beautifully with wonderful lines.......keep writing....full marks
Death is pre determined and a truth. God paints space with dark matters. Darkness is compared with death. Likewise birth can be compared with light. Only it is important to understand about transient. Vey beautifully presented this poem about death. I am awarding you full mark 10 for this poem in rating. May God bless you. Keep on writing.
Nice piece of work. Thanks for sharing this poem with us. Yes, the end of evcerything is death. E.K.L.