Unavoidable things

Death comes

Whether we are ready or not

Age doesn’t matter

Goodness of heart doesn’t matter

Death comes

In the spring when the flowers bloom

I will remember

The goodness in your heart

In the fall when the leaves change

And the colors pop

I will remember your sence of humor

And how you use to make me laugh i

In winter when the snow falls

I will remember the beauty

Of your soul

And one day my dear sweet cousin

We will meet again

When it is my time


Death comes

E.A. Fussell


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