If death were a person..

He'd strike at any time..
He'd be blind to age, colour, wealth, beauty, gender..
When he feels like it, he takes a person away..
Ruthless, unsympathetic, unfeeling.

As quick as Death comes, Death leaves
And what is left for the living but memories?
Only memories of the voice, touch and smell remain
And an unquenchable thirst for the flesh and blood of the deceased.

But Death is a teacher no less..
He teaches us of appreciation, of love, of feeling.
He teaches us to carry on, to live,
And so we must, before Death takes us.


-llen-