Death is like a never ending journey.
It starts with a bang, and ends with a sigh.
They carry you away in a gurney,
You can't imagine how they feel and why.

You look in the past and see what you did.
But that life is o'er, another takes toll.
You look and see that your life is a bid,
The only thing you'll miss would be the roll.

As you lie there rotting in the cold ground,
You look and see nothing, no stars nor light.
You hope and pray that somehow you are found,
But as life goes on day will turn to night.

You remember all the times you have had,
Even if they are all so very sad.