After Death Poem by klever Gold

After Death



Death, a son of life.
Life the mother of death.
As joy comes with birth,
So should it be for death.
How funny it is, the way we old unto life.
For Death might even be sweeter than life.

The place of death, no living man has been.
And no one is even curious to be.
But after death might actually be life.
Yes, I believe in a second life
But am not ready to see.

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I sat wondering what would really happen when I die. This was the result -The poem.
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