Death Poem by Kali Boggs

I supect it,
But I shall just ignore it.
Tons and tons of ways people die.
So will some of us cry?
Dangers around every corner in my life.
I soon would be faster with a knife.
I might have died with in the hour,
And all I did was cower.
Would anyone care?
Would they dare?
We all seem to be angels sent from heaven above.
Starting out our lives with all of that love.
Soon to be done.
Our sins weighing tons.
Maybe to be born again,
And then taken back to the end.
Living our dangerous lives.
Even with our plentious tries.
Shall it end soon or long.
With every thing it's God's true song.