Hi, I was in the writing mode, so I wrote this just now (blabla, I had you in mind).
Death – Our Life
Some people fear
Thunder and lightening
Some people feel
Death’s frightening.
There are people
For death they strive,
They don’t want to live
Don’t fight to survive.
Death.
To some it is
An evil decree
While others
Wish to be set free.
Death.
Is its meaning
Good or bad?
Is the result
Happy or sad?
Death.
Death is the entry
To a new life.
Will it be serene
Or filled with strife?
Will I enter
A beautiful paradise,
Or will life there be
None too nice?
Death.
Life.
Death’s the life
That we earn down here.
Death will come,
When we’d complete our share.
Death may be scary
It may be exciting.
Death may be ominous
Or ever so delighting.
Unlike animals or plants
We were given a choice:
Whether we will cry
Or we will rejoice.