Deaths cold hand must touch us all, when our time is at its end
The love we share, will help prepare us for that time my friend.
The warmth we feel, when love is shared will keep us feeling sane
When the devils snare, entraps us where there lingers so much pain.
Deaths arctic touch, graces us much where Satans hordes abound
The endless hole, deep in your soul where pleasure and hate are found.
Though love and joy, we do employ when asked of what we feel
Anger, distrust and treating others unjust is how we seal the deal.
We want to think when on the brink of Love and Hatreds edge
Wed lend a hand to our fellow man and not push them from the ledge.
If death or life, happiness or strife, were choices placed in our hands,
Of course we would, do what is good or are darker deeds our plans?
Wed make sure all, would never fall, or falter from now on
Or maybe we, would allow he, to crumble into the dawn?
Decide each day, predator or prey? Which one will you be?
I pray for you, if prey you choose, but predators for me!
Death for myself or someone else? Is this the question asked?
Then you must die, a sweet bye bye when Im put to the task.
We all stand tall, and show love for all, when asked of going home
But death cares not, whose in the plot, when its time to place the stone
Enter every day, without dismay, or thought of IF youll die
No second chance, or one last dance, may be had for you and I
Treat every hour, as a wilting flower, its essence to inhale
In a fight with death, for one more breath, we never will prevail.
Todays best new poem was written by Jamel Pennington.
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