One friend we all have in common is death.
A friend that took the ones that left.
He takes them from a sinner called earth.
Some are taken to regret every second of their breath.
Who are we to question death?
Only he knows what we are worth.
Some hate it and wish he was part of the ones who left.
It can never be defeated no matter how much your strength.

Ignatius Okwan

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/death-334/