Death Poem by Etrese Sanders

Death is not a choice we make,
It happens, we are not keepers
We don't know when death will arrive,
Everyone must die, But not all at once
People die everyday that ain't change nothing new,
But what scares me the most is; Where will I go? How will I die?
what is the afterlife? Will I be reborn again?
Not one second passes by with out me thinking about death,
I heard it can be a beautiful thing as well!
what makes death beautiful? Death is the end, but its also the beginning.