October 19, 2008
By alex hammerschmidt, Lawrence, KS

Death comes and goes
Were no one knows

Take any that pleases
For his bonds will surely hold

Though walls and halls
Pain treks with us all

Modest light fading
Withering in its fashion

The churning sea left in its wake
Will slowly start to quiet

Were death is constant
Life is changing

The author's comments:
My Grandfather was just told he has lung cancer. I realy hate death but i was forced to think about it.

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