Death


Mothers worry fathers cry,
Children scurry lovers die.
You live your life for what it's worth,
You hate your mom for giving birth.
Death comes it calls,
It crawls and falls.
On young and old,
The strong and bold.
You know your wife for most your life,
You know your children for the time you've. Been given.
What can you do what can you say,
Death it comes in every way.

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