Death

Death, thou has no difference in thy tone.

No age is out of thy sight.

As the new dawn arise

Thou hast joint one to another.

Threading each joy with pain for the living.

I doubt,

Life thou has more pain or pleasure.

Dying are the living

At ease is the dead soul's

Certain not to anything I am

Except somewhere we are very near, death

Between you and me lies just a blink

I have my breath now

Yet I am the dust of later.

I am decaying sooner or later.

But I fear not of you.