Death, A Gift
Death, A Gift1 min 7 1 min 7
The flowers wither away, but the thorns remain.
Life withers away, but death remains.
Death is a constant we all want to be rid of,
But can life be really worthwhile
Without the presence of death?
What is the use of an immortal life
Without an end in sight?
We humans will die numerous deaths,
If death does not come on time.
Death saves us the pain and humiliation
Which weak bones and frail mind provides.
I won't say, death is not cruel
But in its cruelty lies a chance to say goodbye
To a life well-lived or a life
Where every second one wants to die.
If life is a gift, then death is
A gift too in disguise.
Eternal peace is what we get
By forever closing our eyes.