Death Does Not Judge Comments

It doesn't judge the color of my skin, The shape of my nose The ailments that trouble me Or the wealth I possess Death sees me and you as equals my friend.......yes so true, we are all equals before death... i think that is justice of life, we humans are cruel........... such a good poem and an eyeopener. tony

this is so true Death sees me and you as equals my friend.

i liked your poem.. read mine quietus