For everything there is a time to die,
When we have outlived our utility.
We must succumb; we cannot question why,
Attempting escape is futility.

A heart stops beating and consciousness fades,
Darkness surrounds, only silence remains.
From a chaotic world, peace doth pervades,
Standard habits replaced with novel gains.

Sweet death arrives upon delicate feet,
All the pain subsides, and agony flies.
As the soul departs, our loved ones to meet,
Away flees the hurt, gone are the lies.

When it’s time to go leave a legacy,
Some beauty from you for the world to see.

“The life of the dead is placed in the memory of the living.” ~ Cicero