Your View

Death only seems 

Terrifying and filled with despair 

When someone you love becomes a dream 

And disappears into thin air 

On the other of the dime or coin 

If it’s one of the face in the crowd 

You feel sorry for a second of time 

And move on with no fear or doubt 

It will come for you in the latter

When you are overdue

But until then the matter

Of death, is in your way of view