People Die

Poem By Susan Alldred Lugton

Things happen;
people get cancer.
people cry,
people die

Then it's you.
It's different,
Then you cry,
then you die.

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The poem unfolds the eternal truth of life which shows in very simple terms that death is inevitable for all. Thanks.


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