Expiration Date

There comes a point in every body's life
where its their time to pass on; to die,
You don't know when or where, don't have the
slightest clue of the way your soul will be
forcefully taken from this earth.

But I know one thing;
Everybody has an expiration date.

Haven't you noticed death often comes in threes?
sometimes its all together, or completely separate
deaths; Nonetheless, it all affects somebody
in one way or another. Tears shed, hearts broken,
laughter to cope. Bringing families together; Sometimes
crumbling them to little particles of dust.

Everybody dressed in black, heads down as they
wait for the funeral to start. Saying their last good
byes as your loved one lays there cold as stone in
the casket. Whispering I'll never forget you, Putting
pictures of you in there hoping it brings joy
in the afterlife. Standing infront of the crowd
reminiscing about the great memories you've
experienced.

Death comes at one point or another. An
inevitable factor in every generation of life. Live
it as you choose; Just remember one thing:

When its your time to die,
You can't prevent death.

- I'm not sure of this poem yet. -